Chapter 42: Taking Back the Bar

A middle-aged man in a black overcoat stood before the crowd, his narrow eyes sweeping up and down Fabian Farrell. He gave a quick wave of his hand. His underlings caught the signal and hustled the last gawkers out of the bar. He squinted, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes. The menace made the nearby goons shiver, but Fabian acted as if he hadn't noticed, calm as still water. Two shirtless bruisers stepped up behind the man. The jagged scars across their torsos told the story of their lives....