“Are you deaf?! b***h, answer my question or,” she poured the liquid on a glass of water on the table, “else you have to drink this.”
“No, thank you.” She tried to stand up to escape these two women before they got more attention from the other table but the other woman put down her glass on the table and pulled her back into the seat. She extended her hand to peel off the mask off her but Devon quickly tied it back in place.
“Did I tell you to refuse?” She tilted her big head towards the glass. “Drink.”
“Or you can tell us if you’re a pimp or Daemon has been into some cheap laid these days. Come on, girl. Humor us.”
Her hand tightened around the gun under the table. Devon almost lost her cool but she managed to pick it back up a second before it could drop on the floor. These girls! W
