His words don’t hurt like they should, and it confirms we never would have made it as a couple. I see Sam stand I know it is time to make Micha leave.
“Micha you need to leave. I said I was sorry for how it is ending, but you don’t have the right to come here, and treat me or my guests this way. Leave.”
He laughs at me. “Your guests, right.” He looks to Sam. “Ya know, she was right. You have accomplished more. I can’t deny that. Nothing like going down for murder.”
Sam is now walking toward him looking as scary as can be. “It takes six pounds of pressure to kill a man. Remember that the next time you even look at her.”
He laughs arrogantly again and looks at me. “Real nice choice Mya. He isn’t even house broken, threatening me with these many witnesses.”
Next thing I know Sam has him by the throat and has turned to pin him to the wall. He whistles loudly like my dad did when I was in trouble and everyone in my studio looks our way. They had been oblivious to the drama until now.
“I said don’t look at her. She said leave, you refuse.” Sam says and looks to all our friends. “Anyone in here gonna be a witness if I maim this mother fucker?”
I watch as they all turn a blind eye and get back to work like they saw nothing. It is the very definition of true loyalty.
Sam let Micha go, but doesn’t move. “Leave. Do not come back. Forget her because I won’t forget you. Not your fault you fell for a taken woman, but I am back and that means you are gone. Don’t push me or tempt me to make a point.”
Micha glares at both of us but leaves when Sam makes a step toward him.
“Fuck you Mya, and the trash you keep.”
