“Hey, Baby Biggs,” another one goaded. “Want to come sit on my lap and I’ll feed you something a lot more satisfying?” “Cocktease.” “You’re a dead man, Callaghan!” Hugh snarled, shoving his chair in his rush to get out of his chair to defend my honor. The move was a sweet one but unnecessary because Gerard had beaten him to it. “The fuck did you say about my girl?” He was on his feet and lunging across the lunch table before I had a chance to register that I was no longer sitting on his lap, but the seat he had vacated. “If you ever speak about her like that again, I’ll rip your fucking guts
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