My eyes scanned the crowd like they always did. Every face, every threat, every soul in the room belonged. Except one. She walked back into The Crimson Note, the only woman who ever had me begging God or whiskey to forget her. The only I have ever loved. I built this place to keep men like me alive and women like her far away. I stormed towards her “The hell are you doin’ here?” My voice was low, dangerous. “You lost your mind walkin’ into a Black bar like it’s some picnic?”
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