“She didn’t have to tell me anything. I found her stranded at the side of the road this afternoon after sheleft herewith a car that should have been fixed. Instead, that engine looks like you’ve done nothing but make sure she’ll be back in here so you can suck more money out of her.”
“So what?”
“Fucking hell,” Bridger scoffs. “You’re a stupid piece of shit. You know that, right?”
“If she doesn’t like how I do business, she doesn’t have to come to me. Maybe she just likes me. She flirts with me constantly.”
And that’s all it takes to have my fist connecting with his face and dropping him to the floor.
“I’ll have you charged with assault,” he yells out at me, but I shake my head.
“No, you won’t. Because I’m quite sure that Juliet isn’t the only customer you’ve fucked over. I’d bet the IRS would love a phone call. I bet the Better Business Bureau would enjoy a conversation. Maybe I’ll call Alex at the newspaper. I can ruin your business, you piece of shit.”
“No one would believe you.”
That makes Beckett laugh, and Beck rarely laughs.
“Are you that clueless?” Beck asks him. “Everyonewould believe us. You have the shittiest reputation in the area. People won’t even work for you.”
“So if you don’t want to lose what little business you have left, you’ll refund all of her money.”
His face goes white.
“I can’t do that.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck what you can do. You’re going to refund every cent to her. I added it up. Looks like that’s six thousand, four hundred dollars and twenty-three cents. All of it goes back to hertoday.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll burn this whole place to the motherfucking ground.” I push my nose in his face. I’m taller by three inches and outweigh him by fifty pounds of muscle. “Fuck around and find out, you piece of shit.”
He doesn’t reply.
“And if you try to retaliate, you’ll lose everything. You could have just been a decent human being and fixed her car. You could have even upcharged her by fifty bucks here or there. Butthousands, Barry? Jesus, you’re an idiot.”
“Fuck you.”
“Not my type.” I shrug, and we head to the door. “Every penny refunded to her card today. I mean it.”
We leave the building, get in Beck’s truck, and he pulls away.
“Do you think he’ll do it?” Bridger asks.
“Yeah, he’ll do it. He knows I’ll ruin him if he doesn’t.”
Chapter Seven
JULIET
Sixteen emails.
Sixteen.
I stare at my laptop, the sip of strawberry lemonade I just had still sitting in my mouth because I hadn’t even swallowed yet when I opened the emails, and now I’m just sitting here, frozen, staring in disbelief.
Because that bitch has sent me sixteen emails in the past two days.
The audacity.
