Chapter 78

No one in the gang appeared huge, but all were bigger than Brian and Jim. They looked mean, wearing leather jackets or vests, headbands, and some had visible tattoos.

“Do we fight or surrender?”

“Always keep fighting, never give up!” Jim whispered.

The same guy spoke. “We’ll take wallets, cash, watches, and jewelry. Tourists always have nice jewelry.”

Another pulled a pillowcase from under his jacket and opened it, obviously expecting loot.

Brian took deep breaths to keep his voice deep and heart calm. “Leave us alone.”

“You must be faggots, because only queers visit San Francisco, the queer capital of the west.” Another guy pushed Brian, who was too late in blocking it. Fear filled him.

Another one, with a mean facial scar and long thick mustache, said, “Hand it all over and we’ll let you live.”

Brian’s heart raced and his skin tingled. His gut tensed. “No way.”