Paul sprang into action.
Before Trevor could stop him, he had turned around and got one of
the three men by the throat and backed up against the wall. A woman
nearby screamed.
“What did you say,
dick-head?” Paul said in a low voice through clenched
teeth.
The other two men who were
with the third moved in. “Hey!”
“Stay out of this, unless
you want some, too,” Paul addressed the other two, who seemed to be
in their early twenties. The person who Paul had hold of looked to
Trevor to be a few years younger.
“I’m talking to you, scum
breath.” Paul focussed his attention back on the man he had
apprehended. “Did you say something to me and my
boyfriend?”
The guy shook his head the
best he could. He looked terrified.
“Paul, don’t,” Trevor said
quietly. They were attracting a crowd. All Trevor wanted to do was
go home.
“You upset Trevor here,
and that upset me. So apologise, now! Otherwise I’ll break your
worthless neck.” Paul shook the bloke just to emphasise his