"For the next few minutes, I made great shots until a creepy biker guy stood too close and I missed. Cooper took the stick and studied the remaining balls. "Don't cry when I beat your ass." "Hell yeah," the biker said, laughing. "Some girls just love it rough." Giving me a quick glance, Cooper glared at the guy. "Who the fuck are you?" "I know your pop." "Good for you, but if you don't back off and stop skeeving out my girl, my pop and I will be attending your funeral."