The corner of my lips twitched up as I reached to turn the key in the ignition. “See you tomorrow, Seb—”
“I’m talking to you!” Frank had come to a stop roughly three feet from my window. Ready to burst into a fit of rage going off the bright red tinge of his poxy, scarred head.
I slowly brought my eyes to him, keeping my expression bored. “You’re talking at me.”
He went to spit out another sentence, but his voice was drowned out by the Cadillac’s engine as I turned the key and revved a little to cut him off further just for the sake of it.
Frank bared his teeth and marched to stand in front of the car, jabbing a finger at me. “I need the money from that job!”
“That’s not my problem—”
Frank slammed his hand onto the hood. “Yes, it fuckin’ is!”
I wasn’t the type to snap in anger, as tempting as it could be. I was better at remaining in control and level-headed when it came to using aggression.
“Fuck it,” I muttered. Leaving the engine running as I got out of the car, I shut the door firmly, masking my satisfaction when Frank receded a step.
“Dean,” Seb said in warning.
No fighting outside the pit. The words were ingrained in my skull.
I purposely kept my pace slow as I moved around to the front of the car. Let Frank figure out what might happen next; Let him figure out what not to do to get out of this unharmed.
His throat bobbed as I stopped in front of him, but he stood his ground.
“Well?” I drawled.
“Well, what?” he spat. His eyes flicked nervously to look past my shoulder to Seb. As if Seb would help him out of this.
“You came out here looking for a confrontation. So, what now?” I folded my arms loosely.
“Fuck you,” Frank scowled. His scarred lips curled to reveal yellow teeth.
I quirked a brow. “Is that it?”
Finally, that rage snapped, and Frank retaliated with a punch aimed at my face. I blocked and grabbed his arm with my other hand, catching him off guard when I yanked him toward me, stepped around him, and drove my heel into the back of his knee. His leg buckled and a shocked yell escaped him as his knees hit the ground.
Without hesitation, his arm still in my grip, I twisted it up behind his back, forcing him to bend toward the car as he cried in agony. His other hand shot out to press against the front of the Cadillac to prevent himself from leaning into the heat coming from the grill.
I leaned over him, keeping my voice low and calm. “If you don’t want Antonio giving your jobs to other people, make a fucking effort. It’s not my problem you're a lazy piece of shit.”
Through all his hissing and grunts of pain, he finally nodded quickly, and I let him go. Giving him space to get back to his feet as he glared at me, breathing heavily through his nose. Sweat trickled down from his forehead.
I waited for him to try again but instead, he spat on the ground and left, muttering something to himself that I couldn’t hear over the low rumble of my car.
Seb, who had watched the whole thing from his bike, scoffed in amusement.
“What?” I asked, walking back around to the driver's seat.
His brows were raised as he shook his head, pulled his helmet on, and flipped open the visor. “I was pretty confident I was straight. But if you’re trying to turn me on, it’s working.”
I rolled my eyes and climbed into the car.
Seb started his bike and blew me a kiss through his helmet as he took off toward the parking lot exit. It wasn’t long before I was driving to that exit myself, passing by Frank as he stood outside his car, watching closely as I left.
Chapter 26
Lily
