What's The Story Here?

Joey threw Abigail against the opposite brick wall with more force than Melvin thought necessary. Abigail groaned and slumped to her knees, her dark hair hanging in clumps over her face. She held one hand over her stomach and the other over the back of her head. Melvin couldn't help but feel sorry about her.

"Listen, boys. I don't care what you do to this bitch, just don't do anything that's gonna come back and bite me in the ass. My boyfriend owns this place, and he doesn't like heat, if you catch my drift," the blonde waitress said, exchanging knowing glances with Joey. Joey nodded.

"Ok, I gotta get back to work. I am gonna send some guys out here to make sure nothing too illegal goes down. Deal?" the blonde said.

"Deal," Joey replied. Melvin said nothing but merely kept his eyes on Abigail. She clutched her stomach and struggled to catch her breath in jagged heaves. Curled up on the cement, Abby apparently didn't care that she was wallowing in wet filth next to the dumpsters. One side of her face was smeared with something black... oil or something. Melvin couldn't tell what.

The blonde bartender disappeared back into the club and was replaced by two large men who would have fit nicely as the villains in the same action movie that Joey Dangerfield could star. They were both big and black, and it took Melvin a moment to realize that they looked similar enough to be brothers and probably were.

"What's the fuckin' story here?" the taller one asked. His lips spread in a disgusted snarl over a set of perfect, straight and white teeth as he took in the form of Abigail on her knees, sobbing.

"This lady here cheated on her husband, divorced him and then thought she could get him back, and when things didn't go her way, she thought she'd take him off the market for everybody," Joey said. He rummaged in her purse and pulled out Abigail's gun.

"That's some ice cold shit," the shorter (yet still very tall) man said.

"I didn't... I wasn't," Abigail gasped. "Melvin, I'm so... sorry. I... don't know... what I was... thinking."