He eyes me, slowly nodding.
“Last chance. How much.”
“Fuck off.”
He snorts, shaking his head. “You’re a fucking idiot, pal.”
“And you’re not hearing me.”
“Just give me a fucking dollar amount,” he sneers. “And you can wash your hands of this whole little mess you’ve managed to step—”
“If you’re not gone in five seconds, I’ll break both your hands, and then put every one of your guys skulking around the room here in the hospital. Do we understand each other?”
He rolls his eyes, and he starts to open his mouth when I stop him.
“Look at me,” I growl. “Look at me and tell me I’m fucking bluffing.”
He glares at me, chewing on it before he snorts and shakes his head.
“This ain’t over, Principal Kane.”
“Yes, it is.”
“If you say so.”
“I do.”
He chuckles as he pulls a wad of cash out of his pocket and tosses a hundred-dollar bill onto the bar.
“Drinks on me.”
“No thanks.”
“Jesus, fuckin’ boy scouts, man!” he snaps, glaring at me. “Then fucking burn it, fuck, I don’t care. But you will be seeing me again.”
“Better bring more guys next time then.”
He smiles thinly, shaking his head as he turns and starts to walk away.
“Maybe I will, shithead,” he throws over his shoulder. “Enjoy your whore—I mean your drink.”
My jaw clenches, and I glare at his four guys as they all glare at me before following Lorenzo out.
Well, this just got more interesting.