Page 213 of Micah

“My boyfriend's on his way from Jersey Iron Ranch,” I say loudly.

Louder than necessary.

I want those customers to hear me.

I want someone besides me to know exactly where Micah is supposed to be coming from.

I only hope one of them is smart enough to realize I'm asking for help without actually saying the words.

The front door closes.

The deadbolt clicks.

One of Scarface's men locked it.

My pulse jumps.

Then chaos erupts.

A chair crashes into the wall.

Glass explodes across the floor.

Someone flips a table.

“No!”

I lunge forward instinctively.

“Stop it!”

Another bottle shatters.

One of the men sweeps an entire shelf of liquor onto the floor.

Thousands of dollars.

Gone.

“W-what are you doing?”

Scarface strolls toward me like he's got all the time in the world.

“Where's your brother?”

I swallow.

“I don't know.”

“Liar.”

“I don't.”

“He owes us.”

His smile widens.

“And if we can't collect from him...”