“Get your hands off me.” I grunt as I try again to pull out of his grasp.
Instead he pulls me forward so his mouth is right next to my ear. “Listen here you fucking cunt. I came over here to give you a drink and you insult me? You’re going to thank me for those fucking drinks, you hear me?”
I just nod my head, reverting back to what I know works with men like this. My elbow throbs as he moves me back and waits.
“Get your hands off her.” A voice booms across the restaurant. I look around Trent and see the chef who came out earlier storming across the dining room. Fury is falling off him and his eyes are set on the man who’s still holding my elbow.
“You come into my fucking business and not only did you break my shit Trent, but you’re putting your hands on a woman? Let her go and get the fuck out of my restaurant.” He seethes, the deep timber of his voice holds no room for arguments.
“You’re kicking me out Blaise?” He gapes, “Seriously? This bitch was being unappreciative and insulted me.”
“I don’t give two fucks if she told you you smell like shit. You don’t put your hands on a fucking womanever.Period.” Trent lets go of my arm and I stumble backward. In the next second Harper is by my side with her phone to her ear. I’m assuming she’s telling Xavier to get his ass here now so we can leave.
“Man fuck you, and fuck this.” He goes to walk away, but the front door opens and two uniformed officers come walking through.
“Someone called in a disturbance?” The female officer says. Quickly assessing the restaurant and zeroing on the fuming man who’s storming through the dining room.
“Hey Georgie,” Blaise sighs, “Trent caused a scene and put his hands on a customer. He’s done, I want him out and charged.”
“Alright, I’ll need to get your guys statements, but let me get him in the cruiser.” She sighs, “Come on Trent, turn around, put your hands behind your back. Let’s not make this night any worse than it needs to be.”
“Fuck you Georgie, I didn’t do shit.” Trent slurs, he continues to yell and make a big deal.
I watch in horror as the officer and her partner end up having to pin Trent to the ground to cuff him before dragging him outside.
Harper hasn’t left my side, she holds my hand in hers as we stand off to the side. Kieran runs over with some ice for my elbow and some water. He talks quietly to Blaise for a couple minutes before Blaise pats Kieran’s shoulder and makes his way to us.
“I’m sorry for what happened tonight.” He starts.
“It’s not your fault, I –” I’m cut off before I could say anything.
“This happened in my place, I take this kind of thing seriously.” Blaise runs a hand down his beard, he has a blond patch in the middle of his beard, like a little white out area that differs from the brown of the rest of it. “As a way to make up for it, your meal tonight is on the house, and next time you come here, if you choose to, that’s covered too.”
I stare wide eyed at the man before me. “Oh you don’t have to do that.”
“No, I insist.” He tells me. “Do you guys need a ride? I can call you a cab if you need one.”
“We’re okay, my boyfriend should be here any minute to drive us home.” Harper tells him, “Thank you for everything you did, and for coming in when you did.”
“It’s no worries at all. I wish it didn’t happen at all, but …” He lets the sentence end, before shrugging.
Xavier busts through the door and heads straight for us. He takes Harper’s face in his hands and looks her over before he looks at me. He sees the ice on my elbow and his eyes wide before fury fills them. Nostrils flared, he looks past me to the cruiser outside and he goes to take a step forward.
Harper grabs him, “That won’t help anything, babe. We just need to give our statements then we can go.”
We spend an extra forty minutes outside the restaurant giving Officer Shae and Officer Quinn our statements. By the time we’re done, I’m sober and exhausted. My elbow has a soft throbbing, and I just want to get home and crawl into bed.
Climbing into Xavier’s truck, I rest my head on the cool glass of the window and close my eyes. Before I know it we’re pulling up to Monty and Josie’s and I see a figure pacing up and down the front path before they stop and the truck's headlights shine over the person in question.
Monty stands there rigid, but he jumps into motion when the truck parks. I watch as he rounds the truck and then my door is flung open. My eyes connect with the panicked chocolate ones of Monty’s.
ChapterTwenty Nine
Monty
Seven Months Postpartum
I’vebeenpacingbackand forth on the walk way the minute Xavier told me he was on his way with the girls.
