Liam folded his arms across his chest and looked at Ivan for a few seconds before speaking.
"So twelve years ago… tell me what happened."
The bathroom area had become strangely quiet. The two men Liam had thrown around earlier were still on the ground groaning and clutching various parts of their bodies, but apart from them nobody else was there. The sound of dripping water echoed faintly from a broken pipe somewhere above. The fluorescent lights hanging from the stained ceiling flickered every few seconds, bathing the room in an ugly white glow.
Ivan gritted his teeth.
Despite everything that had happened, despite seeing Liam throw grown men around like sacks of potatoes, he still refused to back down.
His pride would not allow it.
He straightened his shoulders and stared directly into Liam's eyes.
"Listen… stranger."
His voice was rough.
"I don't give a fuck who you are."
He took a step forward.
"But in here, I am king."
