Adrian's squealing echoed through the hall, sharp and pathetic. It sobered him up fast. I watched with quiet satisfaction as Chuck played with him, twisting his arm just enough to make him panic.
Adrian struggled to catch his breath, his voice cracking. "Hey—let go of me. Asshole, do you know who I am?" He was barely yelling. It sounded closer to crying.
"Nova—please—call security—" he shouted, desperate. "I don't know this man!"
I raised a brow. "Oh my, Adrian, I know him." My voice softened with fake pity. "Chuck is my bodyguard. He does not like when people put their hands on me."
"Oh—ow—" he yelped. "I wasn't trying to hurt you or anything. Can you tell him to let go?"
"Of course I know you were not trying to hurt me." I bent down a bit so we were eye-level, letting sweetness coat my voice.
"But Chuck does not speak English very well. He only speaks Russian. And he usually does not stop until he is satisfied. Or until something breaks."
