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I had some friends take care of the matter.
Oh my god oh my god oh my god.
brodie what did u do?
don’t worry about it. ur all set now.
What the hell? Did he kill the guy? Or just turn him into a vegetable?
can you call me?
My phone rang right away.
“Brodie, what do you mean, I won’t hear from Simon anymore?” My heartbeat pulsed in my temple for the second time that day, only this time, it was worse. And on top of it, I felt like vomiting.
“Baby, I told you I took care of it.” He sounded as casual as if he’d just carried in the groceries or some other sort of task you did every day.
“Tell me what is going on. Did you do something to Simon?”
He laughed. “I guess you could say that.”
But I wasn’t laughing.
“I don’t like the sound of this. Tell me what happened.” My voice shook, and I swallowed hard to hide it.
“I sent someone to have a talk with him. That’s all. But it was a firm talk. It was made very clear he wasn’t to bother you ever again. And if he did, the consequences would be very, very serious.”
No fucking way.
I exploded. “What are you, in the mafia or something? You break people’s legs?” I was so pissed I gripped the edge of the desk until my knuckles whitened.
“Hey, what’s the big deal? I had a problem taken care of. Apparently the asshole was scared shitless. It’s over.”
“I don’t appreciate that.” I said.
There was silence for a moment.
“What? What do you mean?”
Amazing how clueless guys could be.
“It was not up to you to resolve my problem with Simon. You may have just made a bad situation much worse.” Shit, I needed to lower my voice.
“You’re joking right?” Now his voice was tense. “You’re not happy that asshole is off your back?”
“I am not happy you interfered with my situation. I appreciate your wanting to help but threatening him was completely inappropriate.”
“Wow. Okay,” he said. I could picture him running his hand through his hair, baffled beyond understanding.
“Okay,” he began slowly. “I…guess I fucked up. I…I am sorry. I overstepped.”
Brodie had overstepped because I’d let him overstep. He thought I was a damsel in distress. That I needed saving. Well, he was wrong. And I’d been wrong to let down my guard.
