Page 11 of Break You

I was already exiting the booth at this point, which pretty much involved climbing over Kane’s head, as he wasn’t about to move anytime soon.

Drew turned to apologize to the waitress. “Um, sorry, just give us one min… oh shit!” Drew turned his attention back to me. “Really man? I asked you about this yesterday and you said it wasn’t a thing. Now, here we are and you’re acting like a whiny little bitch because she’s here.”

“Nope. What I said yesterday was that she brings out murderous tendencies in me...” and makes my dick harder than any woman I’ve ever known. “...that’s a thing, just not a good thing. Turns out she’s been assigned as my partner for Psych class today as well. The last thing I want to do is to sit here all night with her in my fucking face after dealing with her this morning.”

“Okay, so I can ask if someone else can serve you. This is my section, but somebody may be willing to swap.” She stood up straight, shoulders pushed back and gave us the biggest, brightest smile.

“No!” Drew and I spoke at the same time, then shot a look at each other. Drew held back, waiting for me to take the lead.

“I’ll go. I wasn’t feeling this place anyways, and this is just the icing on the cake.” The other guys were watching the whole thing play out with confused looks on their faces. “I’ll do something else with you another time man, have a good night.”

Drew tilted his chin in acknowledgment, but I could tell by the hard line of his jaw that he wasn’t happy. Not that he would say that to me, especially not with the other guys watching on. Calling me a whiny bitch had been pushing it, and he’d better believe I’d be having words with him about that later. I’d let it slide because I had bigger fires to fight, but my memory was long, and I wouldn’t forget to remind him of the need to show me respect.

As I walked across the bar, I heard Rocky start her patter, no doubt trotted out for every table every shift.

“If you haven’t been to Rollergirl before, here’s how it works…”

Before leaving I hooked a left to go to the bathroom, messaging my driver as I walked—I hadn’t bothered to have a car waiting, not knowing how our plans would pan out. When a movement to my right caught my eye, I turned to follow it, not at all surprised to find that it was Rocky. Because I’d gone two entire years at Heathcote, and as far as I was aware, had never been in the same room as her, yet as of yesterday, she was everywhere I fucking turned.

This time it wasn’t just her. She was facing the bar—probably on her way to place the order from our table, but a guy had hold of her arm, and she was staring at his hand as though he’d branded her with a red-hot poker. Then as I watched, she rearranged her features, sliding her fake smile in place before addressing him.

“Let go of my arm, please.”

“Hey. Don’t be like that, I just want to talk to you for a while, that’s all...uh…” He zeroed in on her tits, clearly having trouble focusing on the name tag pinned to her T-shirt. “…Rocky.”

“As much as I’d love to chat, I have work to do, so if you’ll take your seat, I’m sure your server will be happy to make sure you have what you need.”

“Well, what if I need you?”

She winced as his fingers tightened on her arm.

“You don’t...” The smile was still in place, but her tone made it clear that she was fast losing patience, as did the way she attempted to jerk her arm away from the guy’s grasp. “...but I need to get on with my work, please.” Her gray eyes narrowed and hardened, but the asswipe didn’t budge.

“You need to do what she says and go sit back down at your table while you can still walk.” I looked at him like he was a giant turd, which wasn’t too far from the truth.

“Says who?” he slurred my way, giving me a cockeyed stare.

“Says me.” I snarled the words, using the tone that was normally enough to warn people off from fucking with me.

“And who the fuck are you?” Mr. McDoucheyface was clearly tone deaf, and not at all discouraged by my interjection.

“Her boyfriend.” I didn’t know who looked more surprised, her or him, but I carried on undeterred, reaching out and squeezing his arm. Hard.

“Hey. Ouch! That hurts.”

“So go take your fucking seat, before I break it off.”

The pressure I was applying to his arm and the look on my face must have finally convinced him I was serious. He hesitated a moment, then let go of Rocky, so I let go of him.

“Fuck you,” he spat out, his mouth twisted into a thin, hard line. “You’re welcome to her. She’s ugly anyway.”

It took every ounce of restraint I had not to punch his lights out.

Rocky

As the drunken cretin scuttled away like the dirty little cockroach he was, Xavier turned to me, his eyes dangerously dark, a deep scowl etched across his brows.

“Outside. Now.”

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