Frisano laughed. “I doubt you’ve ever been innocent, even in the womb.”
There was a chuckle that spread among the denizens of the bar. Mickey wiped at his nose, a smear of blood on his hand. He realized he’d overplayed his hand and overstayed his welcome, if he’d been welcome at all. Jimmy saw him indicate to his two goons that it was time to go. The last thing he did before leaving was take back the one-hundred-dollar bill he’d left on the bar And old Paddy to suck up the cost of their drinks, the least he could do.
“Oh, and McSwain, heed what I said. Stay out of my business.”
“I was doing just that, until you made your business mine.” He smiled, letting Mickey Dean know he wasn’t done with him.
Mickey left, his goons in tow, leaving the crowd at Paddy’s Pub uncertain what to do, how
