Page 43 of Just a Little Prick

The guy spluttered angrily. “What the hell? I’m talking to her!”

“Not anymore.” I shook my head and turned to look at Lora. “Hey, are you okay?”

Lora nodded slowly, reaching up with both hands to smooth her hair. “Yeah.”

The guy looked from me to Lora. “Really? This is the new guy with the big dick? Some kind of biker meathead?”

I laughed. “Please. If you knew what a real biker looked like, you wouldn’t say that. Want to meet the King’s Devils? I can call a few of them down.”

The guy’s face went red. He looked at Lora again. “Are you kidding me?”

Lora looked at him for a moment, silent, then turned her head to look at me.

“Thank you.” Her voice was quiet. It reminded me of when we first met. “Chris is just leaving.”

“What? I am not.” The guy turned toward Lora again, hands balled into fists. “We’re not done talking!”

Chris. Her ex.

Oh, fuck this guy.

“I think you’re done talking.” I turned to face Chris. “Lora wants you to leave.”

“I’m not leaving until she gives me a second chance!”

Chris lifted his scrawny arms and made a significant mistake. He tried to shove me.

I didn’t move.

He realized he’d fucked up immediately, eyes going wide, face flushing red again.

I turned my head. “Lora? You want to give this guy a second chance?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“You heard her, asshole.” I reached out, putting my hand firmly on the center of his chest. “Time for you to go.”

I took a step forward. Chris opened and closed his mouth a few times, staring at Lora. He finally spoke.

“I can’t believe you! You stupid slut! You’re giving up on me for some long-haired, tattooed freak? He probably doesn’t even have a job! He’s gonna use you up and throw you out. You think you’re the first girl he’s done it to?”

“I don’t care.” Lora raised her voice, taking a step forward. “I’m in love with him.”

That took all the fight out of Chris. His arms dropped and the color drained from his face.

Hell, I didn’t know what to say, either.

But first, I had to handle the asshole.

“Out. Now.” I pushed Chris backward. He walked, stumbling a little, until I had him outside the shop.

The door closed, and I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him in close.

“Let me give you a little advice,” I said, my voice low. He stared up at me in horror. “Stay away from her. She doesn’t want you. You fucked around once, and she’s done. And now she’s with me. And if you come around here again, I’ll do a lot worse than escort you out of the shop. Got it?”

Chris looked at me, taking a step back. I let him go. He straightened his shirt, backing away a few paces.

“This isn’t over, asshole.”

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