Roman nodded. "A logical decision."

"But the bitch attacked me!" Max bellowed.

"Only after you verbally assaulted me!" Vanda shouted.

"What did you attack him with?" Roman asked.

"I wasn't going anywhere near him as long as he had that damned snake, so I grabbed one of my shoes and threw it at him." Vanda shrugged. "I guess I threw it kinda hard cause the stiletto heel sorta stuck in his chest."

"She nearly killed me!" Max hollered.

"And you nearly killed a customer with your snake," Roman reminded him. "Did your injury heal itself during your death-sleep?"

"Well, yeah, but that doesn't make it okay for her to attack me."

Roman drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair. "I am not going to find fault with a woman defending herself against a verbally abusive male."

"Yes!" Vanda punched the air.

"I'm not finished." Roman gave her a stern look. "Your method of defense was inappropriate. I'm sure you have some kind of security who could have removed Mr. Mega Member from the premises."

Vanda shrugged. She did have a huge bouncer.

"This is the third time since the opening of your club that you have been summoned here because of inappropriate and violent behavior," Roman continued. "In short, Ms. Barkowski, you have a problem with anger."

"Yeah!" Max yelled. "She's a crazy bitch!"

"Enough," Roman warned the ex-dancer. "I am dismissing the charges under the condition that Ms. Barkowski take a class in anger management."

Vanda grimaced. Not again.

"This is bullshit," Max declared. "That bitch owes me! I demand to be compensated for the trauma she caused me."

"I'll give you some compensation." Vanda shook a fist at him. "Let's meet in the parking lot—"

"Vanda, enough!" Roman glowered at her.