The Convicted Son-In-law

Chapter 19- The Tyrrant

"Mr, this VIP area has already been booked by very important people. Get out of here, who allowed you in here?" The waitress was upset, pointing a wine bottle at Barry as she spoke. 

Amused, Barry had a slight grin and gulped his wine again. "Donald 'the Millionaire,' right? 

"You know me well," the pompous Donald boasted. "I'm Donald 'the Millionaire,' and today you-"

Barry lifted his hand to stop him. "Well, Mr millionaire, as you can see I beat you to this room today. I've booked it and I'm not leaving." Barry poured more wine for himself. 

Fed up, the waitress called one of the big bully security. The bouncer squeezed in through the people and gazed at Barry, wondering how he made his way up here. The rest of the people came in and sat down when the saw the bouncer.

"Ey buddy, get the f**k out of here!" He said pointing out the door with his thump, flexing his muscles at the same time. 

Barry glanced at him once and picked up his wine to drink again, but the bouncer rushed forward and grabbed him by the colar, lifting him up against the wall. 

"You got a death wish son?" The bouncer asked. 

"What the f**k is going on here?!" Roared Tyron who stood shocked at the entrance of the room. 

"Motherfucker, do you know who this is?" Tyron pulled out his 9mm pistol and rushed forward, aiming it at the Bouncer.

"You got a death wish son?"

The bouncer dropped Barry on the couche quickly and fixed his colar. "Please don't shoot me Mr Tyrrant sir." He said begging on his knees. "It must be some kind of a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding? My VIP guest is having wine in my VIP room and you dare grab him by his colar and you call it a misunderstanding?"

VIP guest? Donald was stupified, since when did this useless man become a VIP member? How did he know important billionaires like Mr Tyron Blanks?

"I'm sorry Sir, Tyrrant sir, it won't happen again." He begged.

All the people in the room quivered with fear seeing the gun.

"You damn right it won't." Tyron c****d the gun and looked at Barry. "Sir, I'm gonna waste him, stop me."

"Let him go," Barry answered quickly, knowing his boy the Tyrant, any hesitation he would pull the trigger. Luckily, he was more reserved than Lucas 'Trigger Happy' Gray, who would have pulled the trigger while he was still at the door. 

Some of the people started doubting Donald, could he have lied about the identity of this son-in-law? Mr Tyron just asked for his permission to kill this bouncer?

At this moment, Tyron waved the gun over to them.

"What about this motherfuckers? I heard they spoke s**t earlier?" 

Donald and his friends knelt on the ground immediately, begging for forgiveness. Donald wished he could take back all the disses he had dished Barry this past year. 

"Sir, please don't shoot us. We didn't know that Mr Barry here is your esteemed guest."

"Yes, please sir. We booked this room last week and if it's fine with you we will take any other room. Even if it's not VIP please sir."

Nodding his head, Barry signalled. The Tyrrant got the message. "Scram." 

Rushing out the door, the waitress led the group to another VIP room. They entered and asked for water, gulping down in succession, happy to be still alive.

As they left Tyron turned to Barry.

"Sir Ricko, I had returned to tell you the boys are downstairs. It's time to go shooting at motherfuckers!"