Chapter 31: A Cliche Mob Villain
As the mocking laughter died down, the air suddenly shifted.
Nate and Sasha’s faces paled. Their eyes flicked toward the entrance.
More people walked in, the rest of the so-called "old gang." Loud voices, clashing perfume, and hollow laughter filled the room
But they weren’t alone.
At the back, he walked in.
A bloated, sweaty figure with a liquor bottle in one hand. In the other, his fingers were buried somewhere indecent on one of the two girls clinging to him like accessories.Two girls clung to him like trophies, giggling and letting him grope them openly.
His name was Trevor Black.
The moment his small, watery eyes spotted Sasha, something lit up.
"Oh damn~ Sasha’s here?" he grinned, licking his lips.
He made a beeline toward her, dragging his two girls along. "Mind if I sit here, sweetheart?"
Before Sasha could respond, Nate stepped between them and pulled out a chair next to her.