Oh shit this was bad. Damien had a gun. A real fucking gun and Zack was now aiming a kick to the guy's shin which connected, causing him to howl in pain and let go of the Brit's hair. Zack moved away and then shoved the bloke who had pulled his hair. He wasn't often physical but this? This was needed. His eyes then shot straight to the gun in Damien's hand. He was terrified.

"Damien---let's go. It's not worth it, mate. These bastards are scum. The gun---put it away before someone gets hurt for real."

The drummer was shaking a little out of fear and adrenaline because he'd never dated anyone like Damien before. A man who wielded a real gun and wasn't afraid to use it. Pulling on the Dog's arm slightly, Zack watched as the men backed off, hands in the air and then turned to run in the opposite direction. Fuck.

"Oh fuck---"