CHAPTER 36
“BILLY, WHAT DO you want?” I whispered.
“Heard you were in town tonight, so I stopped by to ask what the hell you think you’re doing.” He spat the words, and his eyes flashed with a rage I knew all too well.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just having dinner.”
“Interfering in my life, that’s what.”
He took a step closer, and I shrank back, pressing into the cheap vinyl seat as if it could swallow me up. How many times had I’d been in that position before? I usually ended up with bruises at best, broken bones at worst. Sometimes a bit of blood thrown into the mix for kicks.
But then Nick spoke. “Don’t take another fuckin’ step.”
“Stay out of this, pretty boy.”
Pretty? Nick didn’t look pretty. He looked furious. I’d never seen his eyes hard like that before, t
