I knew I could shout for help. Isen was only a few tables away and both Josef and Hardt would come running if they knew I was in trouble. But I had gotten myself into this mess and I was determined I would get myself out of it. I've never been one to go screaming to the nearest men for help. That being said, I was an antagonistic bitch without a diplomatic bone in my body and had less chance of winning in a fight than I did of learning to fly. "You," I said, pointing at a big man with a scarred lip and scarred knuckles. "I'll give you half the bread if you beat him unconscious."
