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“Yeah, she just lost another waitress, so she’s been working doubles to make up for it.”
“I told her to call me if she needed help.”
“You know how she is.”
I nodded and threw back what was left of my beer before standing and leaving cash on the bar. “I’ll take it outside. No worries.”
John nodded and smirked, giving me a wink that only an old man like him could pull off. I made my way to the booth and nodded at the redhead when I slid in next to Andrew. “Hey pretty lady, why don’t you find some place else to be?”
Andrew wanted to argue, but one look at the knife I had at his side stopped him. He gave a terrified nod. I laughed as she slid out of the booth and John called her over to the bar. Old man still thought he had it in him.
“What do you want?”
“Truth? To cut your fucking heart out and serve it to her on a silver platter.”
A nervous laugh trickled out of his thinned lips. “Come on, man, it’s no big deal. Relationships end, she’ll move on.”
“Funny how you knew exactly who I was talking about, isn’t it?” I pressed the knife to him, and he whimpered in pain as the tip of my blade pierced his skin. “Now, why don’t you do everyone here a favor and get up slowly and follow me?”
“I’m not going anywhere with your fucking crazy ass.”
“I knew it would be too easy for you to just follow instructions.”
I reached up and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck before slamming his pretty boy face into the table. He screamed in pain, and a handful of people in the bar turned to see what the problem was. Another benefit of a small town that turns a blind eye is the people who didn’t care when the town fuckup got violent with the town asshole. John was right. Andrew caused problems for everyone when he was younger and now, as an adult, he was doing the same thing. I grabbed him by his neatly pressed polo and dragged him out of the booth. People in the way made a clearing as I pushed him through the bar to the kitchen, then out the back door. I swear as the door swung shut behind me, I actually heard some people cheering.
“Come on man, you don’t want to do this,” he cried out as I threw him down onto the ground just beside my bike.
“Do what Andrew? What exactly do you think you deserve?”
“Nothing. I apologized to her. What more could I do?”
“You didn’t apologize. You acted like it was her fault you couldn’t keep your fucking dick in your pants.”
His face went white when realization came over him. He couldn’t lie his way out of this.
“She told you?”
“She didn’t have to.”
When my fist collided with his face, that familiar feeling I used to get from back in the days when I was a regular fighter came over me. Anger and frustration spurred me on that this asshole could so easily access Noelle when I couldn’t. I beat the fuck out of him until his face was a mess and my hands were covered in his blood, then I stood over him and spit.
“Now see what you made me do?”
I wiped my hands off on the bandana I had wrapped around my wrist and reached into my pocket for my phone.
“Hey, any chance you could come clean up a little mess?”
“How little?”
“I don’t know about 230–235 pounds. A weak fucker.”
“Where are you?”
“Rosie’s.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Rocco was the one regular I could count on. He’d worked with me at the shop ever since I opened it, but what was more, I could trust him. I left the asshole where he was and walked back into the kitchen. It wasn’t like he was going anywhere anytime soon. By the time I was done cleaning up in the employee bathroom, Rocco was strolling in the back door greeting the kitchen staff.
