Liam POV
Just as I step foot into the bar, I see four men drinking and having a good time. Jerrod, Phillipe, Jasper, and Carl. I had to look that guy up because he’s the sleaze that tried to hold her down at some party at the bar. She hit him to get him off, but still. I’m not going to let a single pass go.
“Liam. To what do we owe the pleasure?” Jerrod looks smugly at me, like he’s got something.
“Where is she?” I grit out as men ransack the whole bar. The four don’t seem concerned about it, but that would be a f*****g lie. Jerrod is the only calm one in this group. The other three are bluffing and they’re not very good at it.
“Who?” Jerrod throws it out nonchalantly as he shrugs and hands another beer to his buddy of his. This type of coziness only comes from being in some deep s**
