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I wore mine for Marshall.
“Let her go,” I said in a slow and purposeful manner. Slow so he could utilize the time to see the seriousness in my ‘don’t fuck with me expression’.
“Who the fuck are you to give me orders?” The guy holding Lyssa balked.
These were mafia guys, I could tell. They were Italian like me and had that badass look. Not too bright though.
“Tony, that guy is one of the crew from Chicago,” said the guy who recognized me. “Just let her go.”
“This ain’t no fucking Chicago.” He set his hand on the table.
Big mistake. I grabbed one of my throwing knives from my back pocket and whipped it out so fast they never saw it coming. Lyssa screamed when the knife lodged itself in the space between big mouth’s thumb and forefinger.
It was then that he released her.
“Fuck this.” The guy who recognized me snapped. He got up and left all except big mouth followed him.
I guess he was the one with no brains. Fine he could stay and I’d school him on who I was.
Lyssa got up out of his lap and backed away.
“Gio, just leave him. I’m fine.” She was saying.
“Yes, she is fine.” Big mouth Tony said standing up and squaring off with me. This fucker seriously thought he could take me. “You interrupted what could have been a good time too.”
“The lady asked you to leave her alone and you didn’t. That’s a problem.”
Of course, by now we had the attention of everyone within eye and ear shot.
“Who are you? Or rather who do you think you are?” He had the gall to ask me.
I just laughed at him. “Don’t worry about that man. Unlike you I don’t have to walk around with my dick in my hands to prove I’m a man.”
He didn’t like that one bit. Then the fool thought he could throw one at me.
I simply grabbed his hand and squeezed. Squeezed hard while I kept eye contact the whole time. I dug into his bones and joints and he crumpled as I crushed his fucking hand.
He cried out from the pain loudly, but I just watched, watched and watched. When I saw blood break through his skin I let him go, not wanting to get any on me. Never could be too careful these days.
He was on the floor in pain. “Do yourself a favor, if you don’t know a person and your buddies scuttle like mice, run with them. Don’t let me see you here again.”
He backed away on the floor and took my advice. He took the warning and got the fuck out of here.
People who’d been looking turned away quickly when I looked at them. Lyssa looked shaken up. I didn’t know what I was thinking, maybe it was that she’d be a little more grateful for me saving her from those guys, but she seemed the complete opposite.
“Thank you,” she said quickly and rushed away, heading out to the break room.
I didn’t care about the thug absence in her life for the last eight years I followed her. Something was definitely up here. I didn’t know what it was, but I sensed it.
This wasn’t the kind of place where mafia guys would normally hang. They’d come for a pretty girl which she was, but it was like they had some entitlement to treat her that way.
She was packing her bag when I walked in.
There was a guy inside mopping the floor.
“Curtis, please could you do me a favor and lock up. Tell Mark to cash up and I’ll check things over tomorrow.” She said to the guy who nodded and walked past me.
She looked around and frowned when she saw that I’d followed her.
