Robin drank water and turned back to the bartender. “So, what about these Italians?” She wasn’t going to let the fact that she nearly collapsed into the dirty floor of the club distract everyone from the cause of that pain. She squeezed the water bottle and the plastic broke into pieces. River and Adrian exchanged looks, Wilder wasn’t joking when he said Robin’s anger is destructive.
The bartender looked at Robin who arched her brow at him, rushing him to speak. “Well, they are pretty powerful around here, you need to understand me, I can’t risk my job.” The bartender tried to reason not willing to tell the exact location of the mob.
Robin growled and slammed her hand on the bar island. There was a dent in the shape of her fist on it. “Listen to me you shithead, I am tired of you
