Xavier Kingston. My jaw aches as I cock my eyebrow while waiting for the girl's reply. From her expression, she seems stunned but she manages to nod. Then I turn to face the fool that punched me in the face. I release his hand and grab him by the neck, turning around to slam his back onto the counter. “What do you think you're doing? Who do you think you are?” He asks, his face red from the pressure of my hand on his neck. I chuckle as I apply more pressure. “No, Brandon,” I spit his name out, “who do you think you are?” I'm a little tipsy from the whiskey, but the buzz from the alcohol makes me want to squeeze his neck until his eyes pop. Won't be too long now, I think. Judging from the look on his face, it seems like he's struggling to stay conscious. A hand on my forearm makes me turn my head and I see the bar girl pleading with her eyes. “Please, just let him go,” she begs. I stare at her like she's speaking another language. “Are you being serious right
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