I hurried after him and caught a flash of sandy hair. Grant. The whole club surged over, trying to see what was going on. ‘You fucking bitch,’ Grant yelled. He held his hand to his forehead and I could see blood on his face. ‘You coulda fucking killed me, you slut!’ Alex was close but security, Vince and Brad, got there first. ‘What’s going on?’ Vince grabbed Grant’s arm but Grant shook him off. ‘That bitch just kicked me in the head with them fucken high heels.’ Grant pointed at Aurora who stood topless, doing up the sides of her G-string. She put her hands on her hips. ‘Throw this prick out, Vince. The dirty bastard tried to stick his finger up me so I kicked him.’ Vince punched him in the guts and Grant folded but didn’t go down. ‘No fucking touching the girls.’ Brad was about to lay one in when Alex got there, put one arm around Grant’s shoulders and stuck the other out to stop Brad. ‘You want a go too, mate?’ The tendons in Brad’s neck stood out, steroids pumping through his veins.
