Lorenzo's POV;

“What the fwuck?!”

I was woozy but I had the strength to stuff my phone in my pocket and face the imbecile that had the audacity to take my drink from me.

“Gwive that back!"

“Or else what? You can always buy yourself another one.”

The man taunted me and when I stood up to face me, three other men stood up and glared threats at me.

It was then that I realized that the bozo that stole my drink wasn't alone.

“Why the fuck did you have to take mine when you come get yours."

The man scoffed and swirled my drink playfully.

“I don't want to...