“Do we need to take it outside, Trey, or are you going to do the smart thing for once and leave?”
“You honestly think you can take me?” Trey scoffed.
“I know I can. And you know it.” Say just one more thing about Beth, Trey, and I will gladly screw my shoulder up again to prove it. He didn’t say it, but when fear again shadowed the other man’s eyes, triumphant glee danced through him. His lips lifted into a deadly, humorless smile. “Look at you, afraid of a guy in a sling.”
The bartender spoke up again, her attention firmly on Trey. “You need to leave, sir. Now.”
“Why do I have to leave?” Trey asked.
“You walked in here and trouble followed. So get out of here, or I will call the cops.”
“Fine. Come on, Darryl. The music here sucks anyhow.”
“Yeah, hang on,” Darryl replied. “Lemme fin
