Lancaster’s POV
“Get him out,” someone shouted, and before I could even argue, before I could even gather my thoughts properly, I was being dragged across the rough floor, my boots scraping uselessly as two men hauled me toward the door like I weighed nothing.
“I said I’ll pay,” I slurred, trying to twist out of their grip, my head spinning, my vision blurry from too much drink and too many losses. “Just give me one more round, I’ll win it back.”
“You’ve been saying that all night,” one of them snapped, shoving me harder.
“I mean it this time,” I insisted, stumbling as they pushed me out into the street, the cold air hitting my face like a slap. “I just need a chance.”
“You had your chances,” the other one said, dusting his hands off like I was dirt he didn’t want sticking to him. “Yo
