ℳ𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃ℊ | ℳ𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝓇ℴ𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸ℯ

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I rolled my sleeves down and noticed Sofia becoming frightened or shocked. Normally, I didn't like doing my work in front of women, but this time, I had no other choice. 

The jerk slammed onto the table, shielding his face with his arms, and screamed, "No, please!" 

Mary rushed from behind the counter, screaming, and asked me in fear, "Should I call the police?"

 Sofia turned to Mary, shaking her head hysterically, "No, absolutely not!"

I grabbed James by the collar of his shirt and pulled him toward me. 

His eyes widened in fear, and in a dangerous tone, I said, "Why don't you pick fights with someone of your own caliber?"

 I scoffed and grabbed his neck, squeezing it slowly. 

"Ah yes, that's right; now I'm playing dirty too because you're not on my level," I said menacingly. 

His eyes widened like a fish, and his face turned red; he kicked against the table hysterically, and I pressed harder, he scratched against my hand helplessly, while I pressed harder. I hated it, despised men who raised their hands against women. 

Suddenly, Sofia placed her delicate hand on my bicep and said anxiously, "That's enough."

 I looked between the jerk and Sofia, then released his neck. He fell backward onto the table, gasping for air. 

I stepped back and glared down at him. "You have five seconds to get out of here, or I'll deal with you differently," I said.

He stared at me wide-eyed, then quickly got up and ran away. Sofia took a step back to let him pass, and he ran like a hare fleeing from a fox, almost getting hit by a car as he crossed the intersection on red. I turned to Sofia. Her hair was down today, the wavy strands cascading over her back. She was wearing her work clothes again, but her face was flushed, and she leaned against the counter, holding her forehead with one hand. She had her back to me, her legs wobbly. I quickly reached out, grabbing her shoulders just before she collapsed. I lifted her up, and as she lost consciousness, I pulled out my phone from my jacket pocket and dialed 911.

A woman answered, "911, what's your emergency?"

 I looked at her and spoke into the phone, "Café at the intersection of Westend 100. A woman has fainted."

 The woman on the line said, "An ambulance will be with you in four minutes," and hung up. 

I put my phone away and looked at Sofia worriedly. Had she fainted because of that jerk? Mary rushed back from the counter with a wet cloth in her hand, fear etched on her face. She knelt beside Sofia, placing the cloth on her forehead.

I brushed a strand of hair from her face. She looked helpless, and I thought about taking advantage of that, but then I snapped back to reality. What was wrong with me? The ambulance arrived, and two workers got out with a stretcher. They hurried over to us, and I held Sofia in my arms as they lifted her onto the stretcher. One worker administered a water spray on her hand, while the other undid a few buttons on her shirt, attaching some cables. The machine beeped, indicating her pulse was normal. They wheeled the stretcher outside to the ambulance, and I followed.

They lifted her into the ambulance, and one of the guys asked, "Are you her boyfriend?" 

I shook my head, "No, but something like that."

 He nodded, grinning, and asked, "Do you want to come with us?" I nodded and climbed in.

 He closed the door, and now I was alone with her in the back. I analyzed her. Her features softened one's heart, and her dimples were cute. I'd dealt with many women before, for business or at the casino, women who rubbed their asses against my cock. They were just for temporary pleasure, selling their bodies. But I'd never encountered a real woman in my life whom I could like.