Page 4 of Bully's Second Chance
I blinked. “I didn’t pay when I came in. Did you already run my card?”
She shook her head. “Nope.”
I handed her my card. “Then, you need this.”
“No, she doesn’t,” Jax said behind me. “Now, stop badgering her and come on.”
Margo’s eyebrows rose at his audacity, but all I did was slip my card back into my purse. I held my head high as I turned around, brushing right past him the way I had when I had first walked into the place. He hadn’t recognized me then, and after shitting on me for trying to be nice, he didn’t deserve to be recognized again.
But, the man followed me out to my car, of all places.
“Will you leave me the hell alone?” I asked as I whipped around.
He grinned. “Didn’t know you cursed now.”
“Unlike yourself, things change.”
The grin fell from his face. “Just wanted to talk.”
I ripped my car door open. “Well, you lost that chance. Now, get out of here. And if you follow me home, I’m calling the police.”
He held his hands up in mock surrender. “Understood.”
“Fantastic.”
I jammed my keys into the ignition and cranked the engine, then sighed with relief as he started walking away. I watched as he wrapped around the building and started down the sidewalk, not bothering to look back in any way, shape, or form.
But, I didn’t even get my car out of its parked mode before my brother called.
“Hey!” Tucker exclaimed.
I held the phone away from my ear. “Are you drinking already?”
The music on his end of the line throbbed in my ear. “Lighten-up-sis.”
I clicked my tongue. “Your words are already slurred.”
“My-words-al-slur.”
I rolled my eyes. “Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”
“Let go and let live, sis!”
“I think you mean, ‘Let go and let God.’”
He burped. “Whatev—oh.”
I heard him gagging and immediately hung up the phone. I sure as hell didn’t want to listen to that shit. Not for the fortieth time, anyway. I learned enough from my parents to know that if someone didn’t want to change their ways, no amount of effort from anyone else would change things for them.
And my brother was no different.
However, in a flash, my door got yanked open, and I prepared to punch Jax in the face. I just knew it was him, trying to weasel his way into, well, whatever the hell he had his sights set on. But, when I came face to face with someone I didn’t recognize, my heart dropped to my toes.
Before he brandished a gun and pressed it into my side.
“Your purse. Now,” he commanded.
My trembling hands moved as quickly as possible, and I tossed my purse at him. Except when I did, the contents spilled out onto the ground. The man cursed me up and down, fumbling with his gun as I stuck my foot out and tried to shove him away long enough to close my door and get the hell out of here.
