"Argh! Lorenzo!" Joanna hiss. "Why are you always coming out of thin air to spoil my fun?"

He holds her right hand firmly, that's the only way he knows that he will be able to keep her down.

"Enough, Joanna." He tells her calmly.

Ashley is just recovering. She is massaging blood back into her neck, she is looking at Joanna with anger in her eyes.

"You assassin!" She points in rage. "You think you can assault me in public and get away with it?!"

Joanna bites down her lip as she struggles to get her hand off the grip of Lorenzo.

Lorenzo doesn't let go, not even for a second. He knows that if he leaves her, she is going to hurt that girl.

"Please, please, please," she begs. "I won't hurt her too much, I'll only gouge one of her eyes out."

"That's not going to happen, Joanna." He refuses.

He turns to Ashley.

"And you, leave. You should learn to control your mouth in public, she would have easily hurt you if I wasn't here."

Those words send sense into Ashley's brain for the first

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