Chapter Forty-Four.
Dom stood with his foot on the hatch which sat behind the bar area, hoping to God his action didn’t freak Leon’s girl out too much.
“The bar is closed,” Dom said, folding his arms across his chest, staring at the two men before him. They had walked in via the front entrance of the bar as if they had the right. Their stature screamed law enforcement, and given everything that was happening with Safron, the veteran was not about to risk anything. He would rather overreact than underreact in that moment. The bar owner resisted the urge to sigh, cursing himself for his lax in security. The only reason his doors had been open was because he had a delivery of mixers due, and he was going to have them stack the crates just inside, rather than take them directly to the cel
