Adam’s POV
I hated how smug this bastard was, how he stood up so confidently after what I had heard went down at Zach’s.
“I think we need to have a talk.” I spoke calmly, even though my anger was burning.
The room was deadly silent, everyone’s eyes went from me to Ryan.
“I don’t think we have to talk about anything,” he shrugged, walking towards the bar and placing his empty pint glass down. “Can I get another?” He asked the bartender who never moved too afraid to look like he was siding with Ryan over the Anderson family. Good choice.
“I’m going to be shunned outta this shithole town.” Ryan hissed through his teeth as he knew he wouldn’t be getting served anymore tonight.
“That is the plan.” I replied harshly. His eyes were like daggers towards me.
“I don’t f*****g deserve to
