The dealer tosses his hands up into the air and starts yelling for security as a man behind him gets on his phone. The drink gets knocked out of my hand and spills all over my chest and down onto my lap as Slade wrestles with the older guy. Before I can even get out of my chair I’m shoved out of it and land flat on the floor. Parker jumps up and helps me stand as Tate leaps from his chair as well. Parker tries to pull my shirt down that has been pushed up from my fall. If it were other circumstances, I would be batting his hand away, but I’m too busy watching my fiancé punch what looks to be a homeless man in the face. Some random idiot from the table next to us jumps on Parker’s back, shoving us both forward when they run into me. Parker takes the guy down to the ground as I watch Slade throw another punch. I throw my hands up in the air. What the fuck is he doing? I look over his shoulder behind him and see a slew of men dressed in dark uniforms running toward us to break it up.
