“He came in here to apologize and then ended up saying if a man touches me, I asked for it because I'm wearing a bikini and shorts.” He takes a menacing step toward me, a black shadow blanketing him. “Did he touch you again?” He doesn't wait for an answer, turning to glower at the door. “Lo uccido,” he spits, deathly calm. “What does that mean?” He turns to me, searing me beneath his blazing stare. “It means I’m going to fucking kill him, Sawyer.”
