THE NEXT MORNING.
NICOLI's POV
I go to my Bar early. After the unrest last night many were damaged and shattered. I also talked to the guys who made a mess here yesterday and they apologize to me. They are lucky and I am a kind person. I didn't want to have any problems to think so I missed what they did. But, in return, they are not allowed to go here again. One mistake is enough.
"I wasn't there yesterday but based on the damages, it seems like what happened yesterday was very serious," said Caryl while shaking her head.
We were on the second floor of my bar, standing in the lobby while looking at my staff scrambling for broken seats and broken bottles.
"Yeah. Brent was shot." I reply.
"Brent? Who is he?"
"A suitor of my sister?" I chuckled and shrug my shoulders. "He's a Doc
