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he was trying to kill me.

Or send me to jail.

Or have me lose one of my bars.

There was a motive to the shit she pulled.

There had to be.

When she sat down at the bar and ordered a shot for herself and the bartender, I tried my best not to tell my bartender to fuck off.

"Hey, Cole. Our customers can't knee a guy in the balls and then come drink here. We should be kicking her out." I eyed Cole for good measure.

He held up his hands. "You got her, boss? I'll let you take over making her drink or throwing her out."

I nodded, and he winked at Winona before stalking off to go help the few others that were out here on a weeknight.

I shook my head at the little tornado sitting in front of me. "Why are you at my bar stirring up shit?"

"I'm not. Little Georgie was supposed to be out of town."

When she didn't offer any further explanation, I went around the bar to pour her shot. She wanted a rum, some of the strongest I had on the shelves. If she wanted to get drunk, I didn't care about