No one had really made a move until Lucy kicked one of the goons in the back of the knee. Not expecting it, he went down with a garbled yelp of surprise, quickly rolling onto his back to clutch at his knee.
“You fuckin’ bitch!” he howled, “That hurt!”
The other three took their attention off Justice to watch the spectacle, and while their fourth man howled, scrambling around on the cold pavement, they laughed.
“Hey!”
All four, even the injured party, turned their attention to the man smartly dressed in all black. He was glowering at all of them, a finger against his ear piece.
“Move this out of the parking lot or I’m calling five-oh,” he growled, “First and last warning.”
In his other hand was a cell phone. The four goons shared reluctant but wary looks. They neither wanted to get brought in for assault or banned from the club.
All Justice could think was an endless slew of swear words, very tightly leashed behind her pressed lips. Right after anyone from the police department, Experience security was the last group of ‘people’ she wanted to see her here.
“C’mon, Lou,” she said quick as her decision, stepping over the whimpering thug on the ground to link arms with the younger woman and leave the scene as quickly as fucking possible.