He sticks his chin out and meets my gaze, his eyes like cue balls. “You got a problem?”
“I do,” I say without blinking. The first to look away admits defeat. The same rule applies to dogs. This stray dog needs to be leashed, and I’m the man to do it.
“Please,” the woman implores the man to let her go.
When he doesn’t do what the lady asks, I pull a knife out of my back pocket.
“She asked nicely. Now we do it my way,” I state in a deep, calm voice before stabbing the knife into the back of the hand he’s carelessly placed on the bar.
The man now has a knife sticking out of the back of his hand. He yells again with excruciating pain as I clean my knife with a tiny napkin sitting on the bar. He relinquishes his grip on her arm, and I pull her to me as she slides off the barstool and into my arms.
Immediately, we’re surrounded by men in suits and club members.
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