HER ONLY CRIME
The old, grumpy bartender finally spoke up, and I found out he was missing a couple tooth.
Martinez shrugged casually, before getting on a barstool. I followed suit, not really sure of what to do, other than letting me eyes wander our surrounding.
"I'm not a big fan of rules." Martinez said, smiling at the bartender, who slowly shifted his gaze to me.
"I know you." He smirked, and I couldn't begin to describe the instant chill I felt in that moment.
"...Del Ponte's little slut."
My eyes slowly zeroed in on a particular tattoo on his neck. It literally read "Big Joe", but this man was nowhere near big in size. He was probably the most scrawny person I've ever come across.
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