His goons, the ones I'd already manhandled, started toward the bar and I yelled, "Come any closer and I'll rip this greaseball's arm off and beat the pair of you to death with it!"
Nicky yelled, "Stay back!"
They stopped moving.
"Why Hoofers, Nicky?" I asked, still mashing his face into the bar.
"Because most girls that wanna work here move like a pig in slop!"
"And there's no other reason for it, Nicky boy? Like maybe a secret club that recruits girls out of Hoofers for private parties?"
"You son-of-a..."
I slammed his face into the bar....
Neville Hunt 10 months ago
Your powers of persuasion are quite something, Jake!
Christopher 10 months ago
Aren't they?