You don't cry. But he will

If these guys believe they are the first bunch of perverts who tried to grope you, they are even more stupid then you thought. Quickly you raise up your right foot behind you drive it hard in his balls. He gasps from the sudden pain and goes to his knees. His partner in front of you backs off and watches you terrified.

“Hey, what have you done to him?” he asks.

“I kicked the first looser in his balls,” you say and give the Latino on the floor a cold look, “or in his brain, considering what parts of your bodies do thinking for you. You have the choice. Save the poor rest of your pride and get out of my way or I will sacrifice my hot two dollar coffee to make you howl on the floor while I laugh and call you sissy names. What will it be?”

“You fucking bitch,” the Latino growls angry, “I will …”

“You will what, Pascal?” a strict, threatening voice from the door ask suddenly, “shouldn’t you and Miguel already be back and report your boss?”

“Eric, what the hell are you doing here?” the Latino called Pascal asks shocked, “is this girl a VIP? Who is she?”

“Not your business,” Eric says and pulls the Latino called Miguel roughly back to his feet, “pay for your stuff, then grab your lover and fuck off.”

“Miguel is not my …” Pascal says angry but is immediately silenced by Eric.

“I give a shit about what he is to you,” Eric says and crosses his arms, “pray to whatever god you believe in that your lieutenant in charge is not pissed enough to find out why you are fucking late. Again.”

Pascal and Miguel give you a last angry look before they leave the shop. You are quite sure next time you meet they will remember you. But you are not sure if this will be good or not.

“Fuckers,” Eric mumbles angry and gives you an interested look, “I hope his balls hurt for the rest of the day. Good to see you are not defenseless without me. Is the coffee here good?”

“I couldn’t taste it jet, thanks to these assholes,” you answer, “how do you know them?”

“Pathetic little smugglers, who work for one of your fathers’ men,” Eric answers, “dangerous only for themselves and people who are to coward to protect themselves. And clearly not important enough to cause you any trouble.”

When you get out of the shop, the two Latinos and two of the transporters are gone. You decide to sit on the front seat next to Eric for the rest of the drive. You can tell, that his opinion about you is a little better now, since he knows you can defend yourself. You two even chat a little until you reach the border of the town.