My beautiful boss novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 The Girl With An Angelic Body, But An Evil Heart

"What the fuck!" Peter rarely cussed, but at this moment, he couldn't help himself.

"Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me, lady. If you're gonna cry, take it somewhere else. People here are gonna think I did something to you!" He could already feel the suspicious glances of the people around them.

A girl this beautiful would easily be targeted by douchebags who wanted to score, as soon as she entered the bar. Peter groaned.

"Shut up! I'm going to cry as much as I want, you stinky men. You're all BASTARDS! Good-for-nothing assholes!" Hysterically, the girl stood, grabbed Peter's shoulders and started trying to tear at his clothes, beating his chest, shouting and crying.

Peter felt even more embarrassed with the scene the girl was causing. And yet, he couldn't simply shove her away as that would even make him look worse! He felt so helpless to do anything. If only there was an easy, decent way to just knock her unconscious.

"Hey, STOP! You're right. All men are bad. We're all JERKS. Now, can you stop crying? Calm down. Sit, let's drink and talk about it. Maybe I can help you, " Peter managed to say despite the annoyance he felt. 'This girl is nut. What did I ever do to her?' he thought.

"NO!" she said in defiance.

"You're just like all of them! You're all assholes!" She screamed as she started to pull at his clothes more intensely; she almost tore off his jacket. Peter was at a loss on what to do.

In his attempt to scout for someone who could help, He caught sight of a bare-armed burly man covered in tattoos, followed by a band of equally-fearsome hooligans with dyed hair. It was clear that they were gangsters.

Their posture showed no fear. Clearly, they had established their dominance in this part of town.

"Hey, asshole. Get your hands off my sister! You dare touch her, huh? You DARE TOUCH HER, you son of a bitch? You're asking for DEATH!" The bare-armed man said as he walked towards him, eyes burning with rage, fists clenched tight.

'Are you blind?!' Peter thought.

'Can't you see that your sister is the one holding me? Who the fuck is this ugly pighead? It's impossible for you and this beautiful girl to be related!' Before Peter could say a word, the girl suddenly made a move that stunned everyone. Abruptly, she stopped crying, grabbed hold of an empty bottle on the table, and smashed it on the bare-armed man's head.

"Sister? Who the fuck are you calling sister? I would be damned to be related to someone as ugly as you! Do you think you can just take advantage of me like that? Eat blood, motherfucker!" She said as the bottle hit the man again. The impact was enough to cause pain, but not injury.

"You fucking bitch! How dare you hit me! You're dead meat! Skin this girl and chop this guy's balls off! You'll both be wishing you were dead once we're done with you." The bare-armed man ordered his men while feeling at his beaten head.

"You bitch dare to insult me. You are going to DIE." In a drunken rage, the girl held the bottle in her hand tighter, ready to fight. Peter grabbed her and pulled her behind him.

He grabbed one bottle on each hand and prepared as they approached. PLA! With one swift movement, he smashed the bottle in his left hand against the bare-armed man's head. The bottle broke, and the man's skull along with it. PLA! The bottle in his right hand hit the second man squarely on the face, blood spurting everywhere.