Carter’s sneer deepened as he moved closer. “You’re not even worth it,” he spat. “But you—you’re the reason I lost that girl. Do you know how much trouble you’ve caused me tonight?” He jabbed one of his fingers in my direction.
The surrounding crowd murmured. Carter raised his voice, ensuring everyone could hear him. “But I’m a generous guy,” he said and spread his arms theatrically. “I’m willing to forgive and let this slide.” He paused and gave out a smile. “If you lick my shoes.”
As he said, the cronies and onlookers burst into laughter. Carter pointed to his scuffed boots. “What do you say, hero? Get down on your knees and show me some respect.”
I didn’t flinch. I stood looking into his eyes and said, “I don’t care who you think you are,” I said, the weight of my words cutting throu
