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the people still left in the room. I watch as a dozen heads shake and a few of them mumble quiet ‘nopes’.
    “Mona?” Evie says, putting her hand on Mona’s arm. “You don’t have to do this.”
    “Ain’t about you, kid. No one comes in here and upsets my staff. Period.”
    “Mona, you pull that trigger and there’ll be a lot of trouble for you,” Sam says.
    He stands tall, with his shoulders back and his chin up. It’s like he’s an animal trying to puff up his size and show dominance. Yeah, like that’ll work with my aunt. He obviously hasn’t met her before.
    “I’ll take my chances.” Mona closes in and lines up her shot after lowering the barrel to his crotch.
    “Mona? Please,” Evie says, her face strained and her eyes teary.
    “Please?” Mona parrots. “Are you serious? He attacked you. Beat you. He deserves this and a hell of a lot more.”
    “Mona!” she yells. “Please. You don’t understand. There’s more going on than you know.”
    Mona studies Evie’s face, then flicks on the safety and lowers the gun. To Sam, she screams, “Get the fuck out of here!”
    He walks backward, toward the door, his hands protectively cupping his cock and balls. “I’ll see you again,” he says, tipping his head to Evie. “Soon. Real soon.”
    Mona raises the gun again and he disappears through the doors. Evie and I heave sighs of relief, but before my racing heart has a chance to slow, Mona grips Evie’s arm and drags her out back. I’m left stunned, not sure what to do next.
    Thankfully, the place goes quiet after this, which is great because I’m not up for any more surprises today. I putter around, cleaning and wiping down tables and chairs, hoping Sam doesn’t come back and Mona doesn’t go Annie Oakley again.
    A few hours later Declan strolls in looking for Evie. I’m sitting by the bar, devoid of energy from the adrenaline rush I experienced earlier. I have my phone at my ear, talking to Carrie. I give him a friendly nod, but he responds with his usually sour face so I give him the finger and he gives it back, making me chuckle. I can’t believe I used to think he was hot.
    He sits down at the counter opposite me and waits for me to hang up my cell phone. I could try to prolong the conversation, just to be a stubborn bitch, but chances are he’d just take my phone and hang it up for me so I cut my call short.
    “Hey, crank. What’s up?”
    “Evie around?”
    I roll my eyes at him. “Of course. Anxious to see her?”
    He stares blankly at me.
    “You’re so not friendly, you know that?”
    He rubs his temples and sighs at me. “Go get her.”
    “Get her yourself, ass.”
    “Always a pleasure, Beth.” He pushes out from his bar stool and the scraping sound it makes along the hardwood floor makes me wince. After ducking under the arm of the bar he disappears out back.
    “Be nice to her,” I yell, loud enough for him to hear. “She had a rough night.”
    I don’t see Declan or Evie again tonight. I don’t see Mona either. This surprises me because she’s always checking up on us out front. At close, I lock the doors and turn the sign around. The waitresses leave and when I head out back to get my stuff, I’m surprised to see the cooks are still there. They should have left hours ago and it gives me pause. Eyeing them as they’re rooted in their spots, I wait for one of them to speak. When they can’t find their tongues, I help them.
    “What’s going on?” I snatch my jacket from one of the hooks by the back door.
    “Look, I wasn’t going to say anything…it’s not my business,” Henry says. He removes his ball cap with one hand and runs his other hand through his hair.
    “Say anything about what?”
    “It’s Mona. When…uh…she left earlier…she and Evie were packing,” Carey adds.
    “Packing?” I still. “Were they going after Sam?”
    Henry shrugs. “Don’t know. Not my business. But…you might want to give Mickey a call—just in case.” He starts