Chapter 8

“Yo, Jimmy.” Alex’s upbeat mood had slid south. He looked pissed now, like I’d done something wrong. “You’re not mad or anything are you?”

I sighed. Not getting into it. No way.

Alex was staring over my shoulder where my bartender stood.

“You didn’t need to bring a bouncer with you. Everything’s cool.” Alex took a step toward me and pushed me in the chest with his finger.

I moved to walk around him, but he shifted to stand in my way.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

Nameless bartender put his hands on my shoulders and gently moved me to one side. He adjusted his full-finger biker gloves and stood in Alex’s face, which came to his shoulders.

Without any emotion, he grabbed Alex by the dick and balls.

“Hey!” Alex yelped, trying to bat the hand away.

“Jimmy’s moving out right now, so you’ll have to stand aside.”

“Wait, he can’t move out. We have a lease,” Alex yelled. “And get your hands off my—ow! Damn! Stop! Stop!”

Evidently, Nameless was making a point.