"So you're the one who's been bothering my boss," one of them sneered. His voice was rough, the cut across his lips pulling as he spoke, making him look even more menacing. It was the kind of scar that hinted at a knife fight gone wrong, or one barely survived. "But why would a pretty girl like yourself be mixed up in something like this?"
Alisha resisted the urge to roll her eyes so hard they'd get stuck in the back of her skull. She was standing there wrapped in nothing but a towel that barely touched her knees, water still dripping from her damp hair.
"Who is your boss?" she asked, her voice steady, her gaze sharp.
Her calmness unsettled them. She could see it in the way they shifted their weight, in the way their eyes flicked toward each other, expecting panic, begging for it even.
"You're really going to ask that question right now? You don't know who you've offended?"
