The pot-bellied man stumbled back a step; he was scared. “You’ll regret this,” he spat, he gestured for his remaining bodyguard to help the fallen one.
“Not as much as you’ll regret coming here,” I replied to him, as I stepped closer to him. “Now leave. Before I decide you’re next.”
The man didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed his injured bodyguard and practically dragged him away. The remaining bodyguard, looked scared, he carefully followed closely behind.
As they disappeared into the crowd, Delilah sighed. “Well, that was… something.”
“You’re welcome.” I said to her.
She tilted her head, she smiled a little. “You didn’t answer my question, though.”
I sighed, sitting back down and picking up my glass of wine. “We’ll talk about it later.”
She laughed softly, her tension easing
