OLIVIAMy fear returned once again—they'd found me for the second time that day.I dared to glance over his shoulders and noticed the others standing behind him. Three men with the same neck tattoo, their eyes fixed on me like they were waiting to attack.They were scattered around the bar like they’d been watching me the entire time without me noticing.Watching the bartender quietly step away reminded me that nobody was going to help me.I was all alone.“I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” I muttered, slowly stepping away from the counter.The broad-shouldered man only smiled, his fingers moving through my hair in a manner that irritated my stomach.Without thinking twice, I hurled the empty glass straight at his face. He cursed loudly, staggering backward as alcohol and blood splashed across his shirt.I ran as the music drowned out the chaos behind me. Shoving recklessly through the crowd, bodies crashed against mine. Someone yelled, another cursed, but I kept pushing
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