“Now I’m going to return all the pleasantries I’ve gotten the last couple of years.” I grip the bottle in my hand, veering it toward the three of them. “Fucking bitch–” Leon slurs, as he tries to head toward me. Except Cole kicks a leg out toward him, pushing him back and sending him stumbling again. “Not now,” Cole calls. “Not ever again,” I call, my voice low and emotionless. “If you, or they, come at me like this again, Cole…I promise you, crawling away won’t even be an option.”
