Chapter Forty Four

Billy’s jacket swung open, revealing the cold steel of a gun tucked into his waistband.

His eyes bore into Reed’s, a challenge issued.

The diner’s patrons—ordinary folks seeking refuge in their meals—scrambled to the corners, their chairs scraping against the worn linoleum floor.

Some hurriedly gathered their belongings and made for the exit, eager to distance themselves from the brewing confrontation.

Others lingered for a moment, torn between curiosity and self-preservation, before ultimately deciding to flee the scene.

Billy’s intention was clear: to intimidate Reed, to assert dominance through the threat of violence.

But Reed, instead of cowering in fear, met Billy's gaze head-on.

“Do you really wanna do this?” Reed’s voice was steady, his hand hovering near his own concealed weapon.

He knew the risks of confronting two armed men in a crowded diner, but he refused to be intimidated into submission.

Richie stepped forward, his gaze colder than the diner’s coffee.

He tried to intim

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