Archie shoved the man away with all the strength in his arms, sending him stumbling back across the smooth marble floor.
"Piece of shit! You crazy bastard!" he roared, stepping between him and the trembling silver-haired girl. "What the hell do you think you're doing, forcing yourself on her?!"
His chest was heaving, blood rushing so loudly in his ears that it almost drowned out the stunned silence around them. His hands were still curled into fists, knuckles aching from the impact of that first punch, but he barely felt it. Rage burned through him, hot and blinding. He remembered his little brother, Russell. How that bastard, Ashley, had tried the same thing with him. He couldn't stand these fucking bastards for even one second.
Just a few minutes earlier, Archie had been standing more than a hundred meters away, half-hidden behind a tall marble pillar near the edge of the elevator. His heart had been pounding so hard it felt like it might tear out of his chest.
