Dane's POV
" Marco!" I slurred. "Get me another beer." Emphasising my request by tapping the glass bottle against the side of the chair. I didn't take a genius to work out what happened next however in my drunken state the bottle shattering didn't even bring me out of my rut. Or even did it let me look down at my hands that were probably sliced to perfection with blood and pieces of glass lodged under the skin.
Finally, I could hear the footsteps of Marco approaching. I heard him approaching and didn't even bother to turn my head to acknowledge him.
"My beer Marco " I gruffed out when I had noticed his footsteps had faltered.
"Excuse me sir." He piped up.
"What is so important that you have to say which leaves you incapable to carry out a simple task such as carrying a beer to the per
