I've gotten good at moving through the world unseen.
He doesn't hear me coming until I'm right behind him. "Cain."
He spins around on his stool, and I see the exact moment he realizes who's standing there.
The fear that flashes across his face before he can hide it.
The way his hand twitches toward the knife on his belt, then stops when he sees my gun already drawn.
"Leviathan." He forces a smile, all false bravado. "Didn't expect to see you here."
"I'm sure you didn't."
"Look, man, whatever this is about?—"
"You know what it's about."
The smile falters.
He glances around the bar, but nobody's paying attention.
Nobody wants to get involved.
"She came to you, didn't she?" He laughs, but there's no humor in it. "Crying and playing the victim. That's what she does. Manipulates people. Makes them feel sorry for her."
"Shut up."
"I'm telling you the truth! She's not some innocent little?—"
"I said shut up."
He shuts up.
I step closer, letting him fully see the gun.
Letting him see my face. Letting him see the death that's waiting for him in my eyes.
"You beat her," I say quietly. "You broke her nose. Blackened her eye. Split her lip. Left bruises all over her body because you couldn't handle losing your patch."
"She deserved?—"
The gun comes up, and I press it against his forehead.
"Choose your next wordsverycarefully."
Silence.
"Here's what's going to happen," I tell him. "You're going to walk out of this bar with me. We're going to take a little drive. And by morning, you're going to be a memory."
His face goes white. "You can't do this. My father?—"
"I know who your father is. I don't care."
"He'll destroy you. He'll destroy your whole club."
"Let him try."
I grab him by the back of the neck and shove him toward the rear exit.
