Sondra
This was a horrible idea. I thought the ploy worked for a brief moment, when I sensed Nico’s stare burning through my back, but he never came over, and when he left, he looked pissed.
And now his strong-arm is heading my way.
Tony steps up and looks at the guys sitting on either side of me. “Get lost.”
One of them sputters with anger, the other slinks away like a stray dog caught stealing food.
“Do you want me to go?” Angry man demands.
I nod. “Yeah, you’d better.”
He puffs up his chest. “Are you afraid of this guy?”
“Really. You should go. It was nice talking to you.” I make my voice polite but firm. The guy is drunk enough to do something stupid, and I definitely don’t want any kind of violence on my hands. “I’m fine.”
He frowns, but when Tony takes a menacing step forwar
