Does Gar know I had a baby three weeks ago and the p***y he says he smells is a bloody pad? The asshole. There's a glass of soda on the bar one minute and the next it's covering his face and chest.
"b***h," is all he gets out before Rack throws him aside. Rack's expression is deadly and I'm no longer pissed at Gar. I'm petrified for Rack. Gar has at least fifty pounds in weight and six inches in height on him. Gar doesn't carry the defined muscle Rack has but that doesn't mean Rack stands a chance.
Gar throws a punch to Rack's head and I scream. Rack blocks it and hits Gar in the stomach. "Climb up on the bar so we have the good seats," Sofia says from the kitchen doorway.
She's wearing a huge smile and appears completely unconcerned. "You've got to stop this. He'll kill him."
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