“Yeah, we could have a club cause my wife left me for a goddamn criminal.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I snap again.
Sherman looks at me, shocked, as he leans closer.
“She had every right to leave your ass. You don’t think I fucking saw the bruises?”
An accusation like this, in public, is unheard of. They look out for their own and would never call one another out about domestic violence.
Darren stands up. “Really? You wanna take this outside?”
“Fuck you.”I stand up, having a couple of inches on him, letting me look down. “I know what the fuck you are.”
“And what’s that?” he laughs loudly.
“You’re a wife-beater.”
His lips curl upwards into a mixture of a smile and a scowl.
“You’re a murderer.”
His face changes into an actual smile now.
“You’re a dirty cop.”
“You shut your fucking mouth!”
“Ironic, that’s the only accusation that seems to bother you.” Shaking my head and lowering my voice as I see a couple of other people walk up. “You think you’re a man, but you’re a pussy. You want me to be afraid of you?” I can’t help but laugh as I shake my head. “You couldn’t handle half the shit I’ve been through.”
“You’re a traitor.” He steps closer to me. “You don’t think I haven’t watched you. I’ve seen you slack off over the years, and even letting some things slip for that fucking club.”
“Then tell somebody… fucking anybody.”
Turning around to move towards the door, I stop, making the decision I know is stupid as soon as I decide to do so. Sayingloud enough for everyone to hear, I snicker. “Ya know, it’s probably best for you that things ended the way they did. Cause if not, you definitely would have watched your own call another man daddy.”
And I finish my trek towards the door until I’m shoved out of it and onto the pavement of the parking lot.
“You’re a fucking dead man.”He’s pointing at me as his eyes blaze.
“What do you care?You did it!You got rid of all of them.Congrats.”
“You’re fucking dead.”
I can’t help but laugh as I shake my head.“Do it!”I hold my arms out, daring him.
I hear the hammer of the gun click before he steps closer to me. Holding it up to my head.
“What the fuck?”comes from the door in one jumbled voice as five of our co-workers come out, 3 of them pulling him backwards, and one disarms him.
Collins is tugging me backward toward my truck.
“Pussy.”I shout again as Collins shoves me up against the side of my truck.
“Give me your keys.”
“Why?”
“Cause I’m driving your drunk ass home.”
