“Shh!” Matt tried to insist, but the fucking whore wouldn’t stop fighting!  He might’ve been a violent man, but did he really want to risk a murder charge because he’d wanted a piece of ass?  Usually they just listened and let him do what he wanted. The blond bitch needed to stop!  “The fuck!” he growled as the heavy porcelain tank lid hit ceramic tile.  “I’m going to kick your ass!”<br/><br/>Andreas looked around the room when he came in, seeing one closed stall door and not a lot else.  He took note of the door gliding shut behind him long enough to also curse the absence of a lock, then walked over to where the idiot had Alex stuffed away.  The muffled cries for help were echoing in the hollow space and shadowing whatever threats the server’s assailant made.  Andreas didn’t need to hear them, though.  He was already seeing red.<br/><br/>His boot connected with the stall door hard.  The flimsy lock gave under the shock, as did one of the hinges, and smacked the dark haired drunk from behind.  There was a string of stunned curses as the dark eyes whipped around to glare at Andreas.  He was a little too angry right then, because he could’ve easily pondered the possibilities of<i>two</i>pretty blond boys, but instead only wanted to beat the shit out of the second one and then teach the server a lesson in doing what he was told.<br/><br/>“I’m not done with you,” he warned.  A set of handcuffs came out and he slapped one on Alex’s wrist, the other half coming down against the silver hand rail to keep him from leaving the stall.  His mind was racing to try to find a way out of all this.  He’d probably have to choke Alex out and carry his unconscious body out of the club, all without somehow being noticed.  There was no way he was staying in this fucking place any longer.  “I’ll finish what I started when I get you home.”<br/><br/>Then he pushed the damned door out of the way and looked at Andreas.<br/><br/>“I’m going to fuck you up.”<br/><br/>“Bigger and better men have tried, sweetheart,” Andreas purred back as he pulled on a pair of leather gloves.  That he didn’t come across as afraid at all pissed Matt off a little more.  He charged into the fight, never once thinking he could lose to some pretty blond half his size, but he had no way of knowing that his opponent was older than he looked and came with way more strength and experience  anyone would guess.  Less than half a minute later, Matt was dazed and sprawled out against the ground, Andreas on top of him and driving home several punches, his strength and the weight of his body behind each one.  The beaten man would walk away with at least a black eye, broken nose, and cracked jaw, but he would indeed be walking.  For the time being.<br/><br/>“I’ll be seeing you,” Andreas leaned down to whisper, fury and murderous intent burning in his calm, blue eyes.  Alex might not have been his, not yet, but the assassin just couldn’t stand these goddamned self-entitled assholes.  He riffled through the stunned man’s pockets for keys and peeked back into the half destroyed stall to see how Alex was fairing.<br/><br/>“Hey… are you okay?” he asked, glancing back at the idiot splayed out on the bathroom floor, bleeding from his face.  “I think he’s down for a while.”  Andreas cautiously edged his way in, showing that he had the keys and had every intention of helping.  “Do you need an ambulance or anything?”