His eyes narrow to slivers. “It’s the principle of it, Harley.”
A tall, black man wearing a blue linen suit, sporting fades and a half-moon part that looks fresh from the barber walking by, stops. The stranger’s dark brown eyes are lasered on me. “Is everything okay here?”
“Yes,” Chett says at the same time as I say, “No.”
The man frowns and shifts his attention to the man child holding me captive. “No means no, bro.”
I look over my shoulder.
“You don’t get to call me bro,” Chett says. “Do you even know who the fuck I am?”
Conceited asshole.
“You could be Elvis or Neil Armstrong reincarnated, and I’d still insist you take your hands off the lady,” my Samaritan says.
“Playing savior?” Chett scoffs. “The lady and I have history, so mind your fucking business.”
The man’s head jerks back and he frowns.
I can’t believe I dated this idiot.“In case you haven’t figured it out yet, Chett, history is a synonym for past tense?—”
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll let go of my girlfriend right the fuck now.”
Kaz’s words give me goosebumps.
The kindhearted man who came to my rescue scurries off to the side.
Even he knows a storm is brewing.
“I didn’t think you were into my sloppy seconds, old man.” Chett snorts. “If you want, I can give you the number for the girl I came here with. You might want to do her next.”
Chett is a handsome, professional athlete with a multimillion-dollar contract and a promising career. He has acharismatic smile that could light up a room and he’s wearing the hell out of his head-to-toe white suit, which he paired with all white designer monogram sneakers with gold laces. He looks like a man who has it all. Once you get past the veneer, you see him for who he really is––a privileged fool with the attitude of a five-year-old brat.
“Let. Her. Go.”
More goosebumps.
Kaz’s eyes are sending a clear message. He’d strangle his ex-stepson if he could get away with it without ending up in a six-by-eight cell.
“Harley and I are catching up… for old times’ sake,” Chett says.
“You give new meaning to dumb jock, Chett. Which part of let her go do you not understand?”
Chett smirks at Kaz.
“If I have to repeat myself another time, I’ll rip your arm from your body.” Kaz’s left eye twitches.
The man is terrifying right now.
Until my Samaritan came to my rescue, people were walking by us, minding their own business, but now a crowd has gathered. And some people have their cameras out.
Oh, fuck.
Tonight was about image rehab.
If Kaz punches Chett’s lights out, the footage will go viral and the press will have a field day.
My heart grabs tight in my chest as panic zips through me.
