Gabriel was baffled why he was so bothered that she was not as innocent as he thought she was. There was so much anger directed at her, and he didn't even know her personally.

"How dare you talk to me like that," Violet said, angrily.

She was only polite with him because he saved her life, but why was he degrading her without knowing the truth?

"I guess the truth hurts, huh!" Gabriel smirked.

"There is no use talking to you," she dismissed and turned to leave. She was not a confrontational person and avoided them as much as she could, so walking away was the best choice for her.

Gabriel blocked her, "Why are you leaving? Have nothing to say?"

"Leave me alone! Why are you bothering me?" she pushed him back.

But Gabriel pinned her arms to her side, "What? Going to find your customer?"

"You are a sick bastard!" she tried to twist away from him, but he was very strong, so she stomped one of his feet.

"Oww! So feisty!" he said with a smile on his face, not bothered by the stomp on his foot.

The manager stalks toward them, "Violet, what are you doing? That is not your job. You're here to serve the drinks," she barked.

Violet took that opportunity to get free and run away, "I am sorry ma'am. I'll get to it," she picked up the tray in front of her and headed to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry Mr. Santoris, I did not see that it was you," said the manager, " Do you fancy her? I can get her back out here."

"Who was she?" he asked.

"She's a new employee who started today. That woman was too desperate for a job, but I don't think she's going to last. She's too timid," she added.

"Shit!" he cursed. Now he felt really guilty. She was a waitress and not one of the other girls. Why did he talk to her that way anyway?

If he had looked closely, he would have seen that she was indeed wearing a club uniform, the same one the other waitresses were wearing. And now that he had been observing her for a while, he could also see that she was uncomfortable wearing such a skimpy and revealing outfit. Violet kept on pulling her skirt down to make it longer, and she kept fidgeting with her top to show less of her bosom.

The smile on her face was firmly plastered on, but one can see that it was forced, it made him wonder why she was here if she felt so uncomfortable.

Gabriel was going to get to the bottom of this, but since she was still serving her customers, then he would wait. He wanted to apologize to her for jumping to the wrong conclusion.

He decided to leave her alone for a few minutes and diverted his attention somewhere else when he heard a commotion happening at the place he saw her last. Some guy was pulling at her arm, and people could clearly see that she was trying to get away from him.

Gabriel jumped up from his seat headed to where she was when the same guy laughed out loud and pulled Violet onto his lap. She tried to free herself, but the guy was using brute force to keep her where she was.

"Let her go!" Gabriel commanded.

The guy smirked, "Fuck off! Who are you to tell me what to do?" He was not going away without his prize tonight. Everybody in the club can be bought, and this new girl is the one he wanted for tonight.

"I told you to let her go," Gabriel repeated. Violet was squirming and trying to get away, but her attempts were futile. The guy had been propositioning her since he arrived, asking her to sleep with him, and even waving around money to entice her to agree. He got mad when she told him to know his place and that not all the women in the club are for sale.

"Why should I? I saw her first, and she's mine. We can share if you want. I'll give her to you after," the guy said as he nuzzled Violet's neck.

Gabriel completely lost it when he was Violet's scared eyes, and that man had his lips on her neck. He pulled the guy by his collar and punched him in the face.

He was bleeding by the time Gabriel was done with him, but nobody said anything because they knew who Gabriel was, he was VIP, and the other guy was a nobody.

Gabriel did not care as he dragged Violet out of there. He knew she was rattled, but he was very mad right now.

"I….", Violet stammered.

"Shut up!" Gabriel snapped as he dragged her through the hallways. His hold on her hand, tightening and the look of murder on his face very evident that everybody who saw them made a clear path for them.

Violet was confused, was he angry with her? For a minute there she thought he was there to help her, and now he seemed like he was mad.

"Don't you have any brains? Don't you know that you have to scream for help when someone gets too touchy?" Gabriel said, angrily.

"It's my first day on the job, and I didn't want to cause any trouble," she said, defending herself.

"Are you kidding me? It was that idiot causing trouble. Did they not tell you the rules to this place?" he snapped, thinking that this woman was too soft, and it was too easy to bully her.

After all that had happened, Violet felt vulnerable, tears started streaming down her face. Why was her savior screaming at her again anyway?

But Gabriel was on a tirade, "Why are you working here anyway? Do you like flaunting your body? Is that why? You like men leering at you?"

"No...no… That's not it...," she said wearily.

"Then tell me, why the fuck are you here?" he said as he braced his hand on the wall behind her, but all she could do was cry.