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“Look at this angry face and huge body. Any normal person would naturally be scared of him just bylooking at him, and then when he opens his barking mouth... jeez.”
I’mbeing a little over the top, andeveryone knows it.
Charlie stares at me.
“You don’t look scared of him.”
I laugh. Me, scared? Yeah, okay, maybe in another life.
“Would you be scared of the big bad wolf if you had been raised by my father and grewup with my brother?”
He looks at Drago and then smirks.
“No. I guess not.” Charlie takes a breath, and his expression turns serious. “Acerbi, my staff works for me, not you. Don’t ever do that again. We clear?”
“Sure,” Drago bites out.
“Rico,” Charlie calls out, making me turn in my seat to see the waiter from a few minutes ago return with Drago’s whiskey. “Bring Miss Andrews a single barrel, top-shelf Whiskey with Sprite.And don’t let me ever catch you refusing another customer again. I don’t care if it’s at the request or because another customer puts you in an awkward position. Don’t do it. You should thank Miss Andrews. She wouldn’t allow me to fire you.”
“I-I’m s-sorry.”
“Save it. It’s over with. Just don’t let it happen again,” Charlie huffs. “But another piece of valuable information for the future. Miss Andrews is the daughter of the man that owns this building and damn near every building in a five-mile radius. You just might want to remember who she is.”
I blow out a frustrated sigh. I hate when people do that. I hate when someone tells people I’m Robert’s daughter like that’s automatically supposed to make me more important.
Screw that shit.
“Miss, is that regular Sprite or diet?” I look up from my now slumped sitting position.
Uncrossing my arm, I gesture to my body with both hands and ask, “Do I look like I drink anything diet?”
I shouldn’t be acting like a bitch toward this kid. He’s done nothing to deserve it, but Charlie really ticked me off, and he did it on purpose. I didn’t want him to fire the waiter and make a big deal out of it, so he gave me back what I gave him.
Asshole.
“Is that atrick question?”
“Sprite, dude. Just regular freaking Sprite.” I shake my head as he trots off. “That poor boy needs to grow some balls.”
I glance over at the sound of Luca’s laughter.
“I like you, Bri,” he tells me, then tosses his drink back, finishing itin one shot.
“Well, you haven’t given me a reason not to like you, Luca, so don’t.”
“Wasn’t planning on it. Everyone loves me. And as for what you look like”—he gets that big smile again. Normally this is the point where I’d think I was getting hit on, but I don’t get that feeling—“you look like a beautiful woman.” His smile widens.“That takes special care of her body. You must work out a lot, huh? And those sexy arms...”
He winks.
This should be getting creepy right now, but for some reason, I want to laugh.
He continues.
“You got some guns under those arms, don’t ya?” He nods at me but doesn’t wait for a response. “I noticed when you were walking toward the table, man those thic—”
“Enough!” The sound of Drago’s anger causes even me to jump in my seat. I joked, referring to him as the big bad wolf, but what he just showed is startling as much as it is alarming.
Luca throws up his hands in surrender, but hesilently chuckles as he does, making me think everything he said was to bring what happened out of Drago.
