Page 59 of Unhinged

He huffs. “What the hell? Okay. Fucking her.”

“Wrong again.”

“What were you doing with the huss, then?”

Gritting my teeth, I snap, “Don’t call her names.”

Roy shrugs while clicking his fingers for his beer. “Whatever. You could’ve shared. While you pounded her pussy, I could have fucked her mouth. It’s not fair you get all the ass around here. Maybe I’ll hit her up outside.” He looks at the people sitting near him, laughing and elbowing Cephus, who barely knows where he is.

My mother is wrong. She’s not seen me this enraged and over a woman I can’t stand.

Such a lie.

Setting his beer next to the tap, I go over to him, fury clouding most of my judgment. I glance out to the floor, seeing Simone looking away from me as she tucks her hair. Why am I judging Roy so much when I want to do the same things to Simone?

Leaning toward him, I say, “You don’t fucking talk about her like that.”

He laughs. “Look at you. Trying to be a hero. I’ve known you since you were an awkward kid with braces. It’s kind of cute how you’re trying to get into a bitch’s pants. Next time, I won’t cockblock. I mean, you need to lose your virginity sometime.” He laughs again, and I refrain from grabbing his wrinkled sack of a neck and choking him.

“Get out of here and don’t fucking come back,” I snarl like an actual dog.

Roy’s laugh turns into a frown. “Come on, Rodwell. Give me my beer.” Pushing off the bar, I pick up his beer and pour it down the drain. He yells, “Hey! You can’t do that!”

“Just did. Now get the hell out.”

“Your aunt owns this bar, not you!”

I prop my hands on the bar and lean closer. “I don’t give a goddamn if the pope himself owns it.”

Candi squeezes in between two guys. “Greg, can you fill these for me?”

Roy says, “He’s too busy defending his pussy.”

Ignoring Candi, I glare at Roy. “This is your final warning before I call the cops or commit a crime. Get the fuck out.”

Looking at Milt, Roy pleads, “Do something! He can’t kick me out!”

Milt shrugs. “Seems like he can.”

When Roy doesn’t move, I yank my phone from my ass pocket. “Okay, then.”

“Fine! I’m going, but I’m filing a complaint with Amy and Monty!”

“Awesome because they’ll back me up.” The fucking will or else. And Amos won’t argue with me.

As Roy stomps away from the bar, he goes over to Simone. Oh, fuck no. I swing myself around the corner of the bar and fly over there as he touches her lower back, and I hear, “I hope Rodwell’s cock was worth you losing your job.”

I grab the back of his flannel shirt and yank him away from Garrison. I then shove him. “I said to get out, asshole!” Roy stumbles toward the doors.

“What’s going on?” Amos asks, still wearing his white Pillsbury Doughboy coat.

“He’s banned from coming back.”

“What did he do?”

“He insulted your new employee. I think he’s a sexual predator.”

Roy says, “Bullshit!”

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