"Oh, I'm without a doubt certain you've heard a great many insults. I'd be shocked if you heard anything else." Jerrard lifted a foot when his overzealous bouncer landed at his feet in a heap, sparing his new boots a splattering of blood. Good God, he missed the days of real villains. This was a sad display.

He rolled his eyes, watching the crowd start to disperse amid screams and oncoming sirens. Police rushed in -- surprisingly fast for local uniforms, he must be under surveillance again, how charming -- shouting for order and compliance. The night was officially over and he was not happy about it.

"Officers, this individual is making threats on the lives of my employees and maiming my bouncers. I'd like her removed." He glanced at Alisa. "And do not return."