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His eyes found mine again, that ugly as fuck red staining his cheeks. “Killian…uh, hey.”
I eyed his date, smiled with all my teeth then swung my head back over to the kid.
“Get the fuck up. You hung around the club, drank our beer, tasted our women, and now you’re going to pretend like you don’t see me needing a seat?”
He shoved his chair backward, awkwardly. His date furrowed her brows, shoving up on her palms.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?”
I didn’t hit women. Never laid a finger on one unless it was in pleasure, but the way this woman was speaking to me was striking a nerve. She could see my jacket, and all the patches, including the brand new, stark white patch that read President. Who the fuck did she think I was?
“Brit, it’s okay, just chill.”
“No.” She swung her face to the kid. “And what does he mean you tasted women?”
People were staring now, including Laura, who was handing over a twenty for our food.
“Up. Move. Now,” I barked.
Brit stood, sliding her chair back. Apparently, she wanted even more of a show. She pushed me, or tried, but she wasn’t anything against my six-foot-three stature.
I saw in her eyes that she was going to go for my face, possibly my eyes. Her mouth twisted into something ugly, and right before she darted forward, a hand snatched her hair from behind.
“Don’t think so, babe. Trust me when I say you don’t want on this side of things. Leave while you can.” Laura pulled on Brit’s ponytail until her head was at an awkward angle. She tried to spin on Laura, but Laura’s boot kicked between Brit’s legs, forcing the girl’s knee to buckle and her to land face down on the table.
“You don’t want this. Now, I’m going to let go and you’re going to walk out of here. Do you understand?” Laura murmured close to Brit’s ear.
Brit was seething, the side of her face hard against the table while her date just watched in horror.
“Do you?” Laura pulled Brit’s brunette hair tighter, forcing the woman to cry out in pain.
“Okay, okay.”
Laura released her immediately then heard her name called for our order and pranced through the crowd, grabbing our drinks and food.
I watched her go, musing to myself, “I need to get her a fucking cut.”
“She yours then?”
My face swung in the kid’s direction and whatever he saw on my face spurred him into action. Bussing the table, he used a napkin to finish wiping it down before grabbing his wallet and darting out of the cafe.
I pulled out my chair right as Laura returned with our scones and drinks.
“You got me a scone?” My eyebrow rose almost on its own because I didn’t eat this shit.
She smiled. “Yeah, it’s a white chocolate raspberry, really good. Natty makes them.”
“Fine.”
I slid into the chair across from Laura and began tearing into the baked good.
“So…” I started, sipping my coffee to clear my throat, “you fucking Kip then?”
Laura’s blue eyes flew up to mine in surprise.
“What?”
“Saw his bike in front of the place this morning.” I tore off another piece of scone and stuffed it in my mouth. I wasn’t particularly pleased with how my stomach seemed to flip, awaiting her answer.
