She wiped her mouth with her napkin, pausing to look over at me.
“The Tavern gets all their food locally sourced.”
“Very cool.” She nodded. “Then I don’t feel so bad for eating this,” she said before taking another bite.
I enjoyed watching her devour her food more than I wanted my own dinner, which never happened.
As the time ticked on, the four of us continued talking. Micah and Jodi ended up showing us photos from their honeymoon in Turks and Caicos.
Lena mentioned having vacationed at the same hotel they’d stayed at years before. I listened, but movement on the other end of the patio caught my attention.
There stood two guys with three chicks. They were talking low, and now and again, would peek over at our table. The women would giggle and nod before turning back to one of the guys.
Silently, I watched as one of the idiots took out his phone and pretended as if he were taking shots of the scenery. Yet, I could tell he had his camera pointed directly at Lena. He didn’t notice me watching, and after a while, he placed his phone back in his pocket.
Minutes later, the group got up and started to leave.
“Hey, I need to go to use the restroom,” I said to the table. “Be right back.”
I kept my gaze trained on the group as they exited through the front entrance of the restaurant. I jogged a couple of steps to catch up with them once they were in the parking lot.
“Hey,” I called out, stopping the guy I saw taking the pictures.
“Hey, man— Ow, fuck,” he grunted in agony when I grabbed him into a wrist lock that forced him down to this knees.
“What are you doing?” one of the women yelled, but I ignored her.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Let me go, man,” the asshole groaned and begged, trying to pull his wrist free.
“The more you pull, the worst it’s going to get,” I told him, my voice deceptively calm. “I asked, do you know who I am?”
Blinking, he peered up at me and nodded. “Y-You’re Gabriel Grey Wolf.”
“Excellent, then that means you’re well aware that this wrist lock isn’t half of the amount of pain that I can reign down on your body, right?”
His face was beet red, and his eyes full of water as he nodded again.
“Great. Pull out your phone.”
“Wh-What?”
“Pull out your fucking phone,” I demanded, tightening the wrist lock.
He shrieked in pain. “Okay, okay.” With a shaky hand, he pulled out his cell phone from his pocket.
“Delete whatever pictures or video you just took inside.”
He looked baffled, as if he had no idea what I was talking about.
“Do it. Now.” I twisted his wrist harder.
“You’re hurting him,” one of the chicks squeaked.
“Do it.”
He nodded and almost dropped his phone as he did what I told him to.
