_ He Fought For Me

"I—I don't know anything!" one of the workers blurted out, voice high-pitched with terror. "She walked in with the boss and ran out a few minutes later!"

I gulped down, shame making my shoulders slump. There was no way Axel wouldn't find out now that I was even more pathetic than he thought. 

Axel's head jutted toward the butcher. First, there was silence and then, he spoke.

His voice was quiet. Commanding. Deadly.

"What. Happened?"

The butcher opened his mouth, then closed it. Opened it again. A pathetic wheeze came out. He looked around as if the very walls of the butchery could provide an escape from Axel's furious gaze. 

"W-Wait, it's not what it looks like. She—she came here voluntarily! She owes me money, y'see, and—and she agreed to work to pay it off! That's all! Ain't that right, María José?" He stammered, turning to me without looking at me.

By the moon, I wouldn't mind having this man's balls for dinners