“I shudder to think what it could possibly be? Does it come with a gun mounted on the top?”
“Thanks for reminding me, I was thinking only of bullet proof glass and shit like that, but a gun mount might be good too.”
“It was a joke Cantone, take it easy.”
“Uh-huh, we’re here.” I looked around at the place where she spent eight hours a day five days a week. I knew nothing about it and made a note to myself to find out.
She might not understand her change in life, but I was sure that others, once they find out, will be very aware, and so it was up to me to protect her.
There’s no way I can let her stay here. Tonight I’ll broach the subject again and try to do it in a way that doesn’t raise her hackles.
We shared a hot tongue twister that gave me ideas about turning back for home, and bed, but she pulled away just when my dick was about to get unruly.
“See you later Brett and thanks.”
“For what baby?” I caressed her cheek, that needing contact thing again.
“I don’t know, for being you I guess.”
“You’re welcome baby, I love you; see you later.” One more smoldering kiss and I went around to help her out of the car.
I watched her ass sway as she walked across the lot and looked around to see who else was looking, and told myself that I really needed to get a grip.
I called her just to mess with her as I pulled out of the parking lot. “I miss you already baby, you sure you don’t want to play hooky again?”
“Go to work Cantone, I’ll see you later okay. Hey, I think I’m starting to understand those feelings you keep talking about.” She hung up before I could say anything.
I started to grin until I heard her voice. At first I thought she was talking to me, but there was something off about the quality in her tone.
‘I told you not to do that.’
‘Is this why you called out sick yesterday, huh? You little slut, I see you’re still up to your sluttish ways. Two kids with no husband aren’t enough I see.’
What the fuck?
‘Take your hands off me Norm. Do you know how much trouble you can get into if I tell the owner, or worst yet, the labor board?’
‘Shit, who’s gonna believe you? You’re an underage mother, which usually spells slut, while I on the other hand am an upstanding member of the community.’
I could actually see the smirk on the fucker’s face as I made a U-turn and headed back to her.
I was lucky enough not to run anyone over, since I wasn’t really paying attention to where the fuck I was going.
I slammed on the brakes with my front end nowhere near the curb, and jumped out with my phone still in my hand as I hit the door.
My eyes scanned the area as I heard her in my ear begging this asshole to leave her alone. For the next few seconds my heart was in my throat, especially when I heard what sounded like a slap and a man’s voice uttering the words ‘you little bitch’.
The place was already packed, but there was no sign of her. I moved towards the back and was in time to see her coming out of a swinging door, holding an apron around her waist while clutching the neck of her torn shirt closed.
Right behind her was a big guy with a greying beard and a beer gut. His tag said manager; that was all I needed.
“Brett?” I ignored her as I reached around her for his fucking neck, pushing him back through the doors into the kitchen.
Everyone seemed to freeze in their tracks as I slammed my fist into his face, knocking him back into the wall.
“Brett, stop it.”
“Get the fuck away from here Laurie.” I didn’t stop hitting him until my arms were tired and my knuckles hurt like hell. He tried to defend himself but he was no match for my anger.
It was very telling that no one came to his rescue while I beat the shit out of him. And by the time the blood had cleared from my eyes, he was almost comatose.
“You ever come near her again I’ll fucking kill you.” I dropped him and turned to her. “Get your things you’re not staying here.”
“Brett.”
“Go, now.” The asshole on the floor started making blustering noises. “You shut the fuck up unless you want me to finish what the fuck I started.”
No one back here had moved as yet, but I could hear raised voices coming from the other side of the door.
“Come here.” I pulled her into my chest when she came back with her purse. “You okay?” She nodded her head yes; I pushed her away so I could see her face.
“Don’t you dare.” She grabbed my suit jacket and refused to let go.
“I’m going to kill the son of a bitch.”
I could see where he had torn her shirt and scratched her in the process.