On the screen of the lit phone, the picture made his brow furrow slightly, and he gestured to Camden.
Camden immediately bent down to pick up the phone and handed it respectfully to his master.
Jose Floyd took the phone, looked at the picture on it, his eyes suddenly cold, and his sharp gaze swept over everyone in the bar.
Joshua Floyd and the others turned their attention to Jose Floyd who picked up the phone, and a few of the guys pushed the always sunny Joshua forward.
Joshua glared at his brothers and approached Jose Floyd, smiling before speaking, his smile radiant, "Hey, buddy, you picked up my phone!"
As he spoke, Joshua extended his long fingers.
Jose Floyd's icy gaze shot toward the man in front of him, his voice cold: "How do you have this girl's photo? Who are you?"
