I follow his eye line to see what’s snagged his attention.
“That’s Valentine’s right hand,” Ryker says.
“I see him.”
“He’s brave,” Ryker growls, pulling his gun from the holster.
I grab his arm, “Really? In a crowded club? Use your fucking brain.”
He rolls his eyes, “As if the cops will do shit about it.”
I curl my finger to a couple of my guys and jerk my head to the guy sat at the bar. Samuel Jameson is as much a pain in my ass as his boss but why the fuck is he here?
I guess I’m about to find out.