Chapter Eleven

I come to a dead stop. “What do you mean, my brother?”

“Scott Martin is your brother, right?”

“Yeah, he is.”

“He’s on the city council and pulled a favor or something and got a friend from the Health Department to come to the bar. Thank fucking God I was here late last night and was waiting out the sun in the back. It’s like a bloody raid, and we’ve been tagged with a shit ton of health code violations that don’t exist. They say we have rats. Rats! There aren’t even any rats in the fucking basement! I’d smell them if there were.”

I close my eyes, heart racing as anger surges through me. “He’s going after Lucas to try and get to me.”

“No shit, you witch-bitch.”

“That’s not helping,” I snap. “Are they still there?”

“Yes, in the kitchen throwing stuff around as they look for messes that aren’t fucking there,” she yells so the Health Department workers hear her. “And I’m starting to get real hungry.”

“Don’t even draw your fangs,” I warn. “That’s what Scott wants. He’s not there, is he?”

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