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¡°Listen, Samantha,¡± he said, ¡°these guys¡ªthey¡¯re not like me.¡±
¡°I figured.¡±
¡°They don¡¯t care if it¡¯s the middle of the night.¡±
¡°Didn¡¯t think they did.¡±
¡°They won¡¯t¡¡±
I stopped in my step, spinning to face him with my arms crossed. ¡°They won¡¯t what?¡±
¡°They won¡¯t appreciate being spoken to like this.¡±
My nostrils flared as I clamped my mouth shut and breathed through my nose. ¡°Fine.¡±
Turning back to the Tavern, I walked with Isaac by my side, rubbing my arm. Although I
was livid with him, I was nervous.
Inside the Tavern, there were five men huddled around a table. Once the door
slammed shut behind us, everyone looked up. Each one of them looked scary in their
ways, not that any were bad looking. Even the sternest one at the head of the table was
handsome, with a strong jawline and thick brown hair. But I knew not to mess with them.
A wretched gasp sounded from the table, but I couldn¡¯t see, nor did I want to. By
reflex, I stepped to the right, so half of me was hidden by Isaac. All was silent except for
the pained breathing until the man at the head said, ¡°So, you¡¯re the veterinarian, huh?¡±
To the right of the man who just spoke was another with long light hair pulled back
into a ponytail with silver eyes. ¡°Was expecting more for a whore Wrench won¡¯t shut up
about.¡±
¡°Crow, fuck off,¡± Isaac snapped. ¡°You¡¯re the one who landed us in this shit tonight in
the first place.¡±
His eyes still lingered on me, snarling. ¡°Never woulda expected a girl like you to be all
over a fuckin¡¯ meth head.¡±
I snapped my head at Isaac, appalled, as he grew furious and he said, ¡°I¡¯m not a fuckin¡¯
meth head.¡±
¡°Sure used to be,¡± the man who I supposed was Crow said. ¡°Such a good cook, the
Freeways wanted to hire you back.¡±
¡°Crow, shut the fuck up. Wrench is right. We wouldn¡¯t be in this mess if you weren¡¯t
such a fucking idiot tonight,¡± the man at the head of the table said. Turning back to me,
