Daniel

James jumped in between us and tried to stop my fist from connecting. Unfortunately, James' face ended up in the crossfire.  

    “Jesus Christ!” Antonio grabbed hold of James, who stumbled back from the impact. “Daniel, what the fuck?” 

    James' hand was on his face, fifteen thousand f-bombs dropping from his mouth. Within a split second, every eye was on us, the entire top floor coming to a standstill. I shook my fist and glanced at Viola, who stared at me with bewilderment. For a few seconds, our eyes were locked on one another, and I knew I needed to get the fuck away from her. For the second time...