The music wasn’t that loud…
Ten
You told me to be myself. So I was, and now I have to apologize.
—Romeo to Dru
Romeo
Anger seethed in my gut, and the only thing that kept me from reaching across the bar and pulling the man over to level a punch to his face was the fact that I knew better now than to let my temper get the better of me.
I hated this guy the moment I heard him ignore her drink order.
He’d been decent to us the entire time we’d been here, and I hadn’t altogether hated him. But then he’d treated her like she was dirt on the bottom of his shoe, and I’d started to lose my temper.
That temper was completely gone by the time I watched that smirk light his face when Mable had found out that he’d doused the rim in lime despite her earlier warnings.
Allergies weren’t something that you played around with, and everyone knew it.
The fact that he’d fucked with her like this had me seeing red.
Luckily, Weaver had control of the friend—who, might I add, I liked a lot—and Gentry and Court had control of me.
Which they’d seen that it was needed.
I was one second away from reaching over the counter and shoving that fuckin’ soda gun down his throat full blast until he drowned in it.
“Calm,” Court ordered.
I gritted my teeth as Gentry stood up and placed a phone call.
He spoke quietly, but I knew what he was doing.
Calling the cops.
Fuckin’ great.
The last thing I wanted to deal with was cops—and Gentry didn’t count because he was playing at being a cop.
He could wear the badge and say the pledge all he wanted, but he wasn’t going to ever be one of them.
He spoke quietly, said “yes” and then shoved his phone back into his pocket.
While he was doing that, I stood up from my seat and made my way around the men to where Mable was still in her seat, looking worried.
If I hadn’t known that she was having an allergic reaction, I might’ve actually chuckled at her appearance.
Her lips were so swollen that she looked like she’d gotten an insane amount of lip filler.
But knowing that she hadn’t made me want to shoot Shade.
If only I had a gun on me…
“Whoa,” I said once I got a solid look at her. “You weren’t kidding. Will Benadryl help this?”
She nodded, her eyes now red. “It will. It’ll take a couple of hours, but it’ll go down.”
“Good,” I grumbled.
