Bernie turned and sneered at me. "Yeah, where is Lee?" he chuckled to himself and moved in on me. I scowled at him and swallowed down my fears that someone had gotten the guys into this state deliberately. Bernie raised his hand and tried to move a strand of hair away from my face. His closeness, coupled with the stench of whiskey on his breath, made me cringe.
"Looks like your guy's a little... worn out over there. What do you say we get to know each other a little better?"
His fat hand grabbed my upper arm, but he'd underestimated me. My knee connected with his balls, and he crumpled up in pain, but didn't release his grip. As I struggled, I felt the weight of a hand adding to the pressure on my arm. "Off. I won't tolerate that. I never agreed to fucking with her," Tommy said sternly.