Miller stepped closer, his chest puffed out as he dared me to react to his insults. Evelyn’s grip on my wrist was white-knuckled as she pleaded with her eyes for me to let it go, to just survive the night.
“What’s the matter, boy? Too scared to stand up for your woman?” Miller mocked, his hand resting heavily on his holster. I slowly stood up, my chair scraping against the marble floor with a sound that signaled the end of his game.
I reached for my inner jacket pocket, my movements deliberate and calm. Miller’s smirk widened as he prepared to claim I was reaching for a weapon, but his expression froze when I pulled back the lapel of my blazer.
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