Page 8 of Pallas & Kawehi

“Are you dense?” The older man stopped glaring at him and leaned to the side.

Pallas swiveled around on the stool to see what the other man was looking for and felt his skin heat up and tighten across his cheeks.

One of the guys was talking to Kawehi with a second one sitting back and smiling, but the third guy had his phone out and was holding it behind her to get a picture of her ass.

Pallas stood up and walked over.

The guys didn’t see him coming, but the third one felt it when Pallas pulled the phone from his hands.

“Hey!” The guy stood up and then took a step back when he saw the height difference between them. “Dude, that’s my cam- phone! That’s my phone.”

“Yeah. You ratted yourself out with that.”

Kawehi walked to his side and looked at the screen. “That’s…”

“Yeah, they were talking to you so he could get some photos.”

The one who called her over shrugged. “She’s not even wearing a skirt.”

That got under Pallas’ skin. “So? You guys think it’s fun to take pictures of her without her knowing, for what?”

The guy whose phone was taken grumped. “It’s not like we were going to use it as spank bank material, man. Come on, give my phone back.”

“One second.” He deleted the photos that the man had snapped of her. Then he turned to Kawehi. “Do you want to call the police?”

He saw her expression change from horror to resignation.

“No need to. Just give him his phone back and they can leave.”

“What?” One of the guys got on his feet. “We haven’t even played one game yet!”

Pallas shrugged. “So? She wants you out of here, get gone.”

“We need the credit card back.”

Kawehi was already on the move. “Go.”

“Don’t you want them to pay for what they played?”

She looked back over at the lanes and then back at the men. “You drank the beer and wore the shoes. I’ll charge you for those. The frames you played? I’m not going to bother with those.” She ran the credit card and put the receipt down for a signature.

The guy who owned the card folded his arms across his chest. “Who said I wanted to pay that. Your security guard is shit. He’s not going to make me to do anything I don’t want to do.”

“No, he’s not, even if he worked for me.” She gave him a hard look. “If you want, I can just keep the card. And I’ll call the local police to come and make a report.”

The worst of the three laughed. “You deleted the photos, asshole. Without any proof, what the fuck do you think the police are going to do about it?”

Pallas pointed up at the ceiling in a nearby corner. “Those are security cameras. By the looks of it, they’re good ones. Full color. Sound.” He purposefully mentioned the cameras as a scare tactic.

“Just sign the receipt, man. Let’s get out of here.”

Unfolding his arms, asshole signed the paper, putting a big old X through the tip section and he walked out through the main door with his friends. Pallas noticed that she finally relaxed as the door swung shut.

She exhaled and turned toward him.

“I hope I didn’t overstep with those guys.”

She was taken aback by his words. “You? Overstep? Hardly.”

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