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Unfortunately, instead of making business connections or mentoring oranything, their lunches are usually excuses to drink champagne, gossip, and try to marry off their kids.
So… pretty typical for Mom’s friends. Sorry, Julia Morgan. Your buildings are pretty cool, though. I’m sure more than one person at the luncheon will discuss remodeling their bathrooms. That counts… right?
MERCH
Those preppy Pindedale fucks are back. They appear to have done a lap of the stalls and are now back to annoy my little butterfly tourist again.
All the kids have gone from the stall, which is in the process of being packed up. The community day officially ends in about half an hour, so most stalls are packing up after being emptied of supplies throughout the day. They’re not allowed to bring their tents down until the official closing time – health and safety and all that – but, like the arts and crafts stall, they are boxing things up in preparation.
The word exchange looks tenser this time, and Shelley looks unhappier with it. She crosses her arms over her chest, looking remarkably like she’s trying to shield her body from their gaze. A low growl rumbles out of me at the thought. They need to fucking leave. Now.
Shelley is the one who leaves, slinging a bag over her shoulder and striding away. The preppy Pinedale pricks follow her out of the stall, watching with us as she walks to the parking field, gets in a fancy fuck off BMW, and leaves.
“She needs to get that stick out of her ass,” one of the assholes grumbles.
“I could help her with that. I wouldn’t mind playing with her ass,” another laughs, placing his hands behind his head and thrusting his hips in some weird sex parody.
If that’s how he thinks it looks when you fuck a woman from behind, he’s either never done it before, or he’s not doing it right.
Frowning, my eyes watch them carefully. I wonder if I can find an excuse to kick them the hell out. Before I can find one, they start walking toward us. What the fuck is this about?
Beside me, Lisa crosses her arms over her chest. Oh, fuck. They’re not coming over because of Palmer or me, but Lisa. This isn’t going to end well.
The five fuckers stop in front of us, one of them grinning, waggling his eyebrows at Lisa.
“Annalisa Arquette,” he says with a flourish. “I see you missed my cock so much you needed two criminals to make up for it.”
Fucking hell. The man has a death wish. Palmer’s left hand connects with the dude’s eye, his head snaps back, and he goes down hard. There’s yelling, and the fucker on the ground is cussing, clutching at his blackening eye.
“What seems to be the problem here?”
We turn as one to see the cop who has just come running. Well, except for Lisa. She’s still grinning down at the whining bitch on the ground.
“Our friend was just assaulted!”
“It was a completely unprovoked attack. He’ll be pressing charges!”
“We were just victims of biker brutality!”
“I can’t believe San Remo is so dangerous that crime just happens in the open at family-friendly events!”
The litany of whining and complaints starts as the cop slowly turns redder and redder, his eyes darting between the complaining little fuckers and Palmer, who is openly grinning.
I don’t envy the cop. It’s clearly been ingrained in him to be subservient to rich pricks like this, but at the same time, he knows the Hawks are jointly sponsoring this event with the city, and we’re assisting in acting as security.
Fuck. Things are starting to kick-off, with the Pinedale pricks surrounding the cops, prissily insisting he arrests Palmer, who looks ready to punch the cop.
My hand twitches, ready to grab the back of Palmer’s jacket and haul him away if I need to. The last thing we need is for him to punch a cop in the face in the middle of the community day.
Wren would be upset, and she’s heavily pregnant, so Bruiser would be on the warpath for anyone who upset her. Thankfully for everyone involved, Lisa keeps a cool head. She steps away from the prick on the ground, wrapping her arm around Palmer’s waist.
“These men were harassing me, and my man defended me.”
A look of relief washes over the cop’s face.
“If everyone could calm down.” He holds his hands up and turns his eyes on the preppy Pinedale fuckers. “You all need to leave the lady alone, or you’ll be escorted out of the event.”
With a nod, the cop walks off, leaving four disbelieving cunts in his wake and one pussy still on the ground. One of the guys turns wide-eyed to stare at us. I think their cozy little world has been shaken to the core by a cop not immediately jumping to do their bidding.
