“And who are you?”
“I’m Trevor, her ex.” Now my fists clench at my sides as I remember what she told me. I should lay his ass out right now and give him a little taste of his own medicine.
“You need to leave,” I tell him.
“What? Who the hell are you?”
“I’m the owner of this club. I said leave,” I tell him once more as I raise my hand and motion for security to come and escort him out.
Tim walks over, grabs Trevor by the front of his shirt, and drags him through the crowd when I hear Darby speak.
“Everything okay?” she asks as her hand lands on my arm. No. everything is not okay. Nothing is okay.