Remington gestured for his men to secure the mask.
With Rhett’s father out cold, most of the crowd had scattered.
Those remaining were mostly young folks from prominent families.
Glancing at Bryson, Remington remarked, “Mr. Mitchell’s always ready to lend a hand.”
Bryson shot him a nod and a grin, replying, “Sure thing. Helping others helps oneself, right? Who’s next in line for trouble around here?”
His words made sense, prompting those watching the commotion outside to also glance at each other.
His words resonated, causing murmurs among the crowd. A brave soul spoke up, “We’ve barely settled in, and already we’ve got a big drama. It’s got us all on edge.”
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“Even though the road’s a haul, we’ve got plenty of backup. Shouldn’t be an issue heading back now, right?”
Others began to agree. Agreement rippled through the group.
“Yeah, we’ve got the numbers. As long as someone leads, we’ll follow.”
“With all this chaos, it’s best we clear out and let things settle.”
“You’ve got a point. Remington, It’s not about disrespect but the Juarez crew’s been stirring up trouble lately! The media’s been buzzing about this place, especially after the racetrack incident. You guys know what’s brewing outside. Tonight’s mess is a headache for the Lyons family. We’d rather steer clear.”
Remington’s eyes, dark green and sharp like a snake’s, locked onto the group. “Do you really think you can just walk away now?!”
His stare and words sent shivers down everyone’s spines!
Maloney leaned against the railing, rolling his eyes. “Oh, come on, Remington. Quit trying to spook us. If we wanted out, you couldn’t stop us!”
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With Mr. Pierce backing them up, the Delgado and Chadwich crews felt emboldened.
“Exactly! You trying to keep us penned in, Mr. Lyons?” someone shot back.
Remington, annoyed by Maloney’s defiance, glared at him.
But Maloney wasn’t one to back down, even against Remington’s icy stare. He just smiled back.
Remington then turned his gaze to Bryson, narrowing his eyes.
“Itching to hit the road too, Mr. Mitchell?”
“Nah, I’m not in a hurry.”
Bryson didn’t take Remington’s bait. “The killer’s gunning for your six families,” he pointed out.
Bryson’s easy grin stayed put. “Guess I’m not on the hit List yet. Lucky me.”