Chapter 27  Andrew spoke casually, “I’m not in a great mood today, so I’d advise you not to push your luck.  Bobby’s eyes gleamed dangerously. “What did you just say? Repeat that.”  Andrew chuckled. “I said, get lost. I’m not in the mood, and I’d hate to hurt you if things get out of hand.”  Francesca thought Andrew had lost his mind. “Andrew, shut up! Don’t you know Bobby is Mr. Garner’s best fighter from South City? I can’t protect you if you keep running your mouth.”  She turned to Bobby, her voice tense. “Bobby, this guy’s a friend of mine and Lauren’s. Can we talk this out later? Maybe you could let him off the hook today?”  Bobby laughed. “I’m afraid that’s not possible. This punk messed with Mr. Garner’s business yesterday. The boss wants him taken care of personally.  He continued, “Ms. Aicker, please tell Ms. Rhodes it’s nothing personal. This guy not only screwed up Mr. Garner’s plans, but he’s also acting all high and mighty even with my knife on the table. That’s disrespecting me and Mr. Garner.”  Francesca had to admit Andrew was being recklessly arrogant. With a knife out, he was still acting untouchable. He was clearly asking for trouble.  “Andrew, apologize to Bobby before this gets out of hand,” Francesca ordered, hoping to defuse the situation.  Andrew’s brow furrowed slightly. “Apologize? Why should I? I didn’t do anything wrong yesterday. If anyone should apologize, it’s Dylan’s men. My hand still hurts from punching that bald guy!”  Francesca was exasperated. She could not believe how ignorant Andrew was, practically digging his own grave to demand an apology. She wondered how he could have such twisted logic.  Bobby’s face darkened. “You’ve got a death wish, kid. Ask around about my reputation in Jayrodale. I’ve got over a hundred bodies to my name, but you’re by far the most suicidal idiot I’ve ever met.”  The other club patrons watched in horror, seeing Andrew as a dead man walking.  “Is this guy fearless or just insane?”  “It must be the latter. No one in their right mind would act this way.”  “Even powerful families back off when Bobby goes nuts. If I were that moron ‘d be on my  knees begging for mercy!”  Francesca glared at Andrew coldly. “Fine, if you’re so eager to die, I won’t interfere. Just don’t  +25 BONUS  Chapter 27  call Lauren begging for help like a coward at the last minute.”  Andrew calmly poured a drink and pushed it toward Bobby with a smile. “Here, have a drink to steady your nerves. I’d hate for you to wet yourself when things get rough.”  Francesca felt a chill running down her spine. She was dumbfounded that a freeloading loser like Andrew dared to provoke Bobby. Meanwhile, the other patrons were stunned by Andrew’s remark.  Telling Bobby to have a drink to steady his nerves and that he might wet his pants was his guy was simply unbelievable. They thought Andrew was out of his mind, running on blind confidence.  Bobby could no longer contain himself. His right hand shot out like lightning, the knife gleaming as it slashed toward Andrew’s throat.  “Kid, this time next year, I’ll make sure to visit your grave when it’s your death anniversary. You’re the most suicidal bastard I’ve ever met,” Bobby snarled.