Chapter 145. Maybe Things Aren't So Great Here

Maggie POV

“Leave ‘er be,” Cookie says firmly.

The creepy man with the scar just pulls me in closer. His sweaty hand grips my arm firmer as he does so.

I try peeling his fingers off my arm, but he’s very strong, so instead I focus on trying to keep my footing while he keeps pulling me toward him. Luckily, his meal was the last one in this row I’d unloaded from my tray, otherwise, I would have spilled soup over every man sitting nearby.

Cookie crosses the room. “I said stand down, Kordaway.”

The creep—Kordaway, I guess his name is—scoffs. “What’s she ‘ta you, Cookie?”

“She’s my assistant,” he replies. I can hear the impatience growing in his tone. “You boys wanna eat, you’d best leave her to do his work.”

Kordaway doesn’t