First came rent-a-cop, getting in the way of a perfectly decent attempt at landing a punch. Then someone who actually knew what they were doing was restraining him and that wasn't the first time he'd been restrained in that manner. CJ knew well enough that it was futile to struggle against it. He was pissed off enough that he probably would have hit anyone within reach if he were able to. It was frustrating beyond measure that he was not able to do anything.
He shot a glare at Naima before turning an incredulous gaze on the wanna be hero of the night. Did he know Naima, this guy who'd come to her defense? His dick probably knew her. Fucking slut. She enjoyed making his sex life the topic of discussion but her habits were no different than his own. "Are you fucking serious?" he demanded of the guy he'd nearly gotten into a fight with. "Go fuck yourself, dickweed."