“Fuck that and fuck you guys!”
Blue and I glanced at each other again and shrugged.
“Fuck this place! You fucking thieves. Your shit ain’t that good.”
We just stared at him.
“You short little shit.” He pointed at Blue.
Blue blinked like she didn't give half a crap what he thought, but I did.
"Hey, that's unnecessary," I snapped back. Why did people have to be so rude?
And then the pissed off man moved his finger in my direction, ignoring my outburst. “And you, you—“
“Get the fuck out, man.”
Blue and I both whipped our heads over our shoulders to see Dex come prowling down the hallway from his office.
Oh snap!
With the mood he'd been in all day, I'd been relieved when he'd locked himself in his office as soon as we'd gotten to the shop. That morning he'd come out of his bedroom with his lips pursed, jaw locked, angry at the friggin' world. He'd snapped at me for just asking if he'd heard from Sonny. Sheesh. I wasn't sure what had gotten him so ripe but even I knew better than to ask.
So when the man yelling looked relieved, I didn’t understand why. Obviously, he’d never spoken to Dex before because if he had, he wouldhave known the look on his face was the opposite of anything that could resemble salvation or relief of any kind.
“Bro, your two drones here are trying to charge me an arm and fucking leg for my piece!” Pissed Off Guy said with that same relieved smirk on his face. “Can’t I get a hook-up for being a new customer?”
Dex had closed the distance between his office and my desk by the time the guy finished talking. At that point, he was standing right next to me, seven inches of space between us. If I moved my arm, itwouldtouch the muscular tattooed thigh he’d shown me days before. The muscular thigh then made me wonder, for all of a microsecond what kind of piercing Dex had on his penis before I snapped myself out of it. Somehow I'd gone from arelativelycontent virgin to a woman who was constantly thinking about pierced genitals and nipples.
“No, bro, Iwon’t, and if I did, I wouldn’t give it to someone who comes into my fuckin’ shop, hollerin’ and callin’ my employees little shits and whatever the fuck you were gonna call Ritz,” he ground out with a slight grumbleto his voice.
Pissed Off Guy sagged, shaking his head in a way that told me he didn’t think this conversation with Dex was over. “Aww, c’mon, bro.”
“Get the fuck out before I throw your ass outta here,bro,” The Dick warned.
Ooh, wheee. I somehow caught Blue’s gaze and we each made our eyes wide.
Dex inhaled a long, deep breath through his nose. “You got five seconds to get the hell out.”
There was no room for interpretation. I wouldhave left and taken my carbon footprints with me. Dex was pretty scary when he was pissed off—though Dex on a daily basis was pretty scary. I used to think it was all that ink on his arms but it totally wasn't. Since he usually wore t-shirts, his tats were always visible. All that black and gray on tanned skin was the first thing your eyes went to when speaking to Dex. Now, the more I got to know him, the more I realized that it wasn’t just the tattoos that made him intimidating.
Dex was a scary asshole period. He just radiated this pure “I-don’t-give-a-fuck” attitude, and that was scary. You couldn’t control or anticipate a person who didn’t care. They were wildcards. Add that in with his Dyna and his tattoos, and yeah—intimidating on the outside.
When the Pissed Off Guy held his arms out in a what-the-hell gesture, Dex shook his head.
“Five,” he started counting. “Four, three—“
“God. Fuck you guys and fuck this fuckin’ overpriced bullshit!” Pissed Off Guy’s voice had taken a slightly shrieking edge to it.
“Two—“
With all the class in the world, the guy shot us aone-fingersalute and got the hell out.
Well.
Long, warm fingers wrapped around the back of my neck as Dex dropped down to his haunches, eye level with me. “Youall right, Ritz?” His bright blue eyes were on mine, all traces of annoyance gone from his features.
“Yeah,” I told him. “He was just pretty dumb and rude.”
