(KRYSTAL'S POV)
Raffaele's blood hits the floor in a slow, thick drip. I'm standing there, my chest rising and falling fast, fists still clenched, trying to decide if I should break his other jaw too. He staggers up, one hand clutching his face, the other balled into a fist.
The bastard spits red and glares at me, eyes wild. "You bitch!"
He storms toward me, swinging his fist.
I see it coming. I catch his fist mid-air and twist his wrist hard enough that I hear something pop. Then my other fist connects with his face again. The crowd collectively gasps, and one of his guys actually mutters, "Ohh shit!"
Raffaele stumbles back, dazed.
I huff out a laugh, disbelief laced with anger. "Oh my fucking god. You just tried to hit me." I turn to Valentino, who's standing there frozen. "This bastard just tried to hit a woman."
