Holy fucking shit. This girl is nuts.
I can’t help the smirk spreading across my lips. I bring my glass up to my mouth, taking another sip from it.
“Look, man, I won fair and square, and you want to be a sore loser? You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to play. I’m sorry you underestimated my skills.”
The giant of a man stalks forward toward the girl. She doesn’t move an inch. Badass.
She looks fierce behind her glossy black hair. The bottom of it is dyed teal, and she has chocolatey brown eyes. She is short, no taller than 5’2”. She has an hourglass figure, and I’m pretty sure she’s Hispanic. Although much smaller than her opponent, she stands tall. There is no fear in her eyes. I can’t look away.
What’s even more entrancing is the fact that this isn’t just a two-person argument—there are two more goons standing behind the one in the altercation. They have their arms crossed in front of their chests, waiting for the right moment to jump in.
“Give me my money back and maybe I’ll let you walk out of here,” the huge man threatens. He has bulging biceps and looks Hawaiian.
The ferocious girl glances up at him. “Maybe you’ll let me walk out of here?” She laughs, slamming the money back onto the pool table. “You’re going to pay me what you owe me, and maybe I’ll forget this ever happened.”
I don’t know this girl from Adam, but she’s downright insane if she thinks she can take him.