Vin puffs his chest and tilts his head at Rocco. “The fuck business is it of yours?”
Instead of answering, Rocco turns to me, his eye twitching. “Are you fucking him? Is that why you think you can act like—”
“Rocco!” Embarrassment floods through me, and I hold up a hand to stop him. “You were on your way out the last I checked. And Lisa, if the big party isn’t coming in, you can go home, too.”
Lisa glances nervously over her shoulder at Vin, who is tracking all of this with predatory precision. “What about—”
I wipe my hands on my apron and smile at her. “Vin is a friend, Lisa. Don’t worry about it. I’ll take it from here. Thank you so much.”
Relief washes over her face and she nods, already untying her apron as she hurries to the break room.
Rocco doesn’t move. He’s staring at me, Vin is staring at him, and I turn back to my meatballs like a stand-off isn’t happening right next to me.
Finally Rocco stalks toward the break room, slamming the door shut again.
As soon as he’s gone, Vin turns his laser focus on me. “You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.”
I flick my gaze up to meet his but keep working on the meatballs. “I didn’t tell you I had a boyfriend because Idon’thave a boyfriend.”
“But you’re fucking him.”
My hands still for a half second, but I don’t answer. “Vin, do you need something?”
He sucks in a breath and narrows his eyes at me. “I’m guessing you didn’t mention to him that I spent last night at your place.”
I toss the meatball into the pan and sigh, looking up at him. “Why would I? I told you he’s not my boyfriend.”
“Is he your brother? Related to you in any way?”
I shake my head.
“Then you’re fucking him. No man acts like that over a woman he’s not related to or fucking.”
“Vin! I’m not—”
“What’s wrong with your face?” His eyes narrow as he firmly tips my jaw toward him. “Your cheek is all red.”
My eyes widen for a moment as I realize I lost focus and forgot to shield my cheek from Vin. It must be as red as I thought it was.
I swat his hand away, the words tumbling out fast. “I’m embarrassed! I’m blushing! You come into my place of work, grilling me over something that is none of your business. And what are you doing here anyway? I made a lunch for you.”
“I ate it already.”
“It wasn’t enough?” My heart almost explodes with happiness. I packed that lunch like I was feeding an army.
“No, it wasn’t.” His expression softens for a moment, and he holds my gaze.
A huge BANG comes from the break room. We both turn toward the sound in time to see the door shudder in its frame. Another BANG, and my blood turns to ice. Lisa is in there with Rocco. Is he taking out his rage on a 19-year-old girl because I rejected him?
I’m moving before I finish the thought, yanking the door open so hard it rebounds off the wall. What I see stops me cold.
Bent over the table, her pants just barely pulled down over her ass, her arms spread out wide is Lisa. Rocco is behind her, balls deep in her ass, grunting with each brutal thrust that slams the table into the metal lockers.
Neither notices me at first. Then Lisa turns her head and shrieks when she sees me, covering her face with both hands.
Terror spikes through me. “Lisa, are you okay? Do you need help?”
“Get the fuck out,” Rocco barks, not slowing down.
