Diora
Axel didn't care that he was creating a scene. It was so embarrassing because everyone had already ditched what they were doing to watch the drama that was about to unfold. His eyes were drilling holes into the body of the poor boy, his gaze hardening, syncing with the darkness that had taken residence in his eyes.
"Axel, you don't want to do this here," I said quietly in a gritted voice.
"I am talking to you, boy. Answer me!" he bellowed and I flinched.
"I am so sorry, sir. I-I-I wasn't doing anything wrong. I swear. I am really sorry," the waiter rushed out his words, his body rocking with tremors.
My eyes squinted in shock.
"You," I turned to him. "Leave," I ordered coldly. I knew Axel was very scary whenever he was mad but I was extremely irritated that he was allowing him
