Chapter Ten

"Excuse me." I mutter when I accidentally brush shoulders with someone walking by, probably making their way from one crowded bar to the next.

I unlocked my phone and glance at the time; Almost eleven PM. I haven't been out this late since I'd married Killian. I eye a couple walking by, the woman was drunk and dressed in tight clothing, the man supporting her weight and leering down her low cut top. I flip the hood up on my hoodie, turning my head to the ground as I slip by.

I have to look around a little, but finally I'm sneaking into Red Vine, a fairly lowkey pool hall tucked between a place that sold organs on the black market and an alleged great place to get pancakes.

Honestly, the only reason Red Vine was lowkey was because the owner was a no bullshit kind of guy. From what I heard, he never tried to stop or stand in the way of shady deals happening in his business, but he would break everyone's face's involved if trouble was stirred up because of it.

The inside was dark, and