“No.” Alistair frowned as he handed Crybaby a business card. “They’re a high quality HVAC repair company that enjoys bribes.”
“Right. Okay then, I’ll see you guys later.”
Mickey waved, and he stood to take his leave as well. “Be back soon.”
“Where are you going?” Duncan piped up.
“Home,” Mickey replied shortly. “Why? You wanna come over and fuckin’ cuddle?”
“I would love to if he’s not interested,” Roger teased.
“Fuck off.” Mickey walked out of the office, and he shouldn’t have been surprised Roger was following him.
The bar had some patrons now, a handful of regulars crowding along the counter. They all politely looked the other way when Mickey came out.
Roger was right behind him, and he reached for Mickey’s arm. “Hey, can we talk for a second?”
“Don’t fuckin’ touch me,” Mickey warned, smacking his hand away. “I told you we were done, remember? I don’t have anything else to say to you.”
Roger’s handsome face twisted up in anger, and he immediately shoved Mickey. “Well, fuck you too, asshole!”
Mickey had to get away from him as quickly as possible. Seeing Roger worked up was waking up all the wrong feelings, and he could sense a fight brewing—maybe something else.
“This is what I get for fuckin’ a goddamn bitch,” Roger raged on. “Fuck, you’re so pathetic. I can’t believe I actually thought… no, fuck you!”
“Fuck you!” Mickey bellowed back. He didn’t even fully understand what they were fighting about right now, but he was pissed.
“Fine! It’s totally fine! I don’t need you!” Roger looked over the men at the bar, picking the man closest to him and sliding right into his lap.
“Uh, hello?” the man said, his hands awkwardly latching onto Roger’s hips. “Can, can I help you?”
“Do you think I’m attractive?” Roger demanded. “Do you wanna fuck me?”
“Wah…? I… uh…” The man looked between Roger and Mickey, clearly flustered. “Yes, you’re very nice looking, but… uh…”
“What? You’re afraid ofhim?” Roger scoffed and stroked the man’s chest. “Don’t worry about him. He doesn’t give a shit. He’s a fuckin’ bitch.”
Mickey needed to walk away immediately. There was absolutely no reason for him to stay. They had an important and dangerous mission ahead of them tonight, and he had nothing to prove to Roger or anyone else here.
But he was pissed.
And seeing Roger all over that other man was making his eye twitch.
His thoughts were consumed with putting Roger in his place and teaching him a lesson.
No one called the Shadow abitch.
He grabbed Roger up by the back of his neck, dragging him out of the man’s lap and pushing him face first up against the bar. The man and the other patrons scrambled out of his way, and the bartender backed away to the end of the counter.
Roger struggled, trying to whip his head back like a caged animal, but Mickey didn’t let go. Even when Roger kicked him, he didn’t budge for a moment. He twisted Roger’s arm up behind his back, forcing him to bend over the bar.
“Let go of me!” Roger barked. “You don’t give a shit, remember? No shits given?”
“You’re right. I absolutely don’t. But nobody fuckin’ talks to me that way and gets away with it. Nobody.”
“Ooo, tough guy!” Roger sneered, bucking up defiantly. “And what are you gonna do, huh? Talk some more?”
Mickey’s hand swung down and collided with Roger’s ass so hard that Roger’s knees smacked the underside of the bar.
