“Doesn’t matter who it was. If a guy wants to be in here, it’s none of your business to tell him otherwise.”
Muerto grabbed him by the shirt and shook him. Through clenched teeth, he said, “You’re teetering on a fuckin’ fine line between respect and disrespect. Don’t go over it. Got it? You don’t tell me what the fuck to do.”
As he threw back a pasty-faced Jimmy, one of the bouncers came up. Muerto’s fists clenched instinctively.
“You okay, boss?” He gave Muerto the evil eye.
Smoothing down his shirt, Jimmy smiled weakly. “I’m good. The gentleman was just leaving.”
Muerto locked gazes with him for several seconds, then slowly broke away and walked out of the club into the bright sunshine. As he pulled out of the lot and headed to the club, he hoped Joe and Laura could work out their problems. If Joe couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, Muerto would have to beat the shit out of him for shattering Laura’s heart and the kids’ lives.
He really didn’t want to do that.
Sighing, he veered out of town and rode down the two-lane highway as the sun beat relentlessly down on him.
