Chapter 204. Holiday Attack

Five Minutes Earlier… 

*Cal*

“Come on, Boss. Let’s go outside. I need to have a smoke,” Sam grumbles as he brushes past me. “People are fucking crazy tonight. I can’t deal with this sober.”

I actually agree with him. The bar is fucking crowded tonight, and truthfully, I could use a smoke too. I need to breathe some fresh air besides the smell of alcohol and sweat for a change.

It doesn’t usually bother me, but some days it’s hard to run this sort of business. Christmas Eve is one of them.

I follow Sam outside, pulling my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket and lightning one up, offering it to light Sam’s next. I shouldn’t be smoking. I quit a long time ago, but with all the cartel bullshit we’ve been dealing with this year… I’m back to old habits.

“I don’t know why they have to be so loud all the fucking time,” he continues to complain. 

“They’re just lonely, sad people who have too much shit to deal with during the holidays,” I explain d