"Chris is busy, I'll take her home. Right, Chris?" Pérez looked at Chris, mischief hidden in his eyes.
"Yes, I'm busy" Chris just looked away.
"Later Boss"
I moved towards the entrance of the dining room.
"What do you think you're doing?" Pérez suddenly spoke behind me.
"Sorry?" I turned to see Pérez holding a man's hand that was inching to my butt cheek.
"What's your deal?" The man spat angrily.
"I'm sure your Boss' mistress doesn't mind as long as I pay, right?" The man smiled lustfully.
"What?"
In a flash, Pérez had picked up a knife and had it drilled into the man's arm.
His bodyguard behind him pulled out their pistols and had it to Pérez's head.
A shot was fired, the sound came from Jason's direction.
Jason placed his 1911 AMT silverballers on the table, it had a viper symbol engraved on it.