Chapter 47 Chapter Forty Seven

• The men turned toward my voice instantly. I could feel their attention snapping to me like magnets pulled by iron. Their boots scraped against the wooden floor, and I heard one of them cock a gun.
• “Who the hell said that?” One growled, his tone heavy with menace.
• I smirked, though I couldn’t see him—not yet. “You’re the one interrupting my drink, and you’re asking who’s talking? I don't think I am supposed to be going home now. I was having a bad day, and you losing just added to it!"