Page 22 of Brand
CHAPTER NINE
Cami
“Cami,” Blade said blowing into the front of the shop like his tail-end was on fire.
“Yeah?” I asked, snapping to attention and leaping off the stool I had been perched on behind the counter.
“There’s a woman out there and she’s coming in here. Tell her I’m not here,” he said as he booked it to the backroom.
That woman he was talking about was tall, busty, and bleach blonde so badly done that it looked like her hair would go up in flames if she so much as stepped near a match.
Oh, and she was currently pulling open the door.
Which meant that she had definitely seen Blade and therefore, the lie I was about to tell her most certainly would not be believed.
“Where’d he go?” She didn’t so much ask as demand in some kind of high pitched, scary as all get out, scream. Her eyes held a crazy, wild look in them and I honestly had no idea what direction I should have run in. “I fuckin’ saw him. Blade! Get your no good ass out here now and face me like a fuckin’ man! You can’t just do that!”
Do what?
Maybe I didn’t want to know.
Looking over at her again I decided that I definitely didn’t want to know. Not even a little. But I guessed it didn’t matter because she then put it all out there for everyone of us that was around to hear.
“You can’t just fuck me, leave, then turn around and fuck my damn sister!”
Oh…yeah…that was bad. Likebad, bad.
“I didn’t know she was your sister. You two look nothing alike,” he called out from the safety of the closed door to the backroom.
“We have the same color eyes and our lips are like identical.”
“Well, in my defense, you were facing away from me when I was fucking you. So I didn’t really get a good look at your eyes and your lips.”
That was it. The shoes were now coming off. The five-inch stiletto shoes, of course. Then one was flying through the air at in the direction of the back, missing its intended target by a few good feet. The woman was not only a bit crazy, she had a bad arm as well.
“Yo, crazy bitch,” Sketch said as he stepped out of his room, only to lean back into it when the second shoe went whizzing past his doorway. “I don’t get paid enough to deal with this typpa shit.”
“Fuck it. You ain’t worth it,” she said, clearly losing steam.
She shot me a nasty look, flipped her stiff hair over her shoulder, and sauntered out—shoeless.
“Well, that was fun,” I mumbled after the door closed behind her. “It’s safe now. You can come out.”
“Thanks, Cami. I owe you,” Blade said stepping out of the backroom, his eyes scanning the shop for good measure.
“Yes, and I will take that payment in the form of lunch.” I wasn’t even joking. If I had to put up with that level of crazy while he got to hide in the backroom, then I was going to need to keep my energy up. Fingers crossed that the sister wasn’t going to toss in a final act later on today.
“You got it,” he said with a smile as he pulled out his wallet from his back pocket and handed some cash over to Sketch.
“Hell yeah! Please tell me you want a sub.” He looked at me all but pleading with his eyes. I wasn’t sure what got him more excited, the food there or the girl that worked the order counter.
“Yeah, fine.” I waved him off with my hand. I thought for a moment, trying hard to remember what the special of the day was. “Number three. And get Brand something too, he should be back soon.”
Sketch darted off with an extra bounce in his step and I laughed at his crazy self.
“Sorry, Cami,” Blade said coming up behind me and making me jump a little. “I shouldn’t have put you in the middle of all that and I have a feeling if Brand found out, he’d have my nuts in a jar.”
I had no idea why he would have thought that because Brand seemed to be pretty chill about everything. Then again, I could tell he hated any sort of unnecessary drama in his shop. And really, that whole thing could have been avoided, or at least happened somewhere other than here. But it was over and done with, and there was no bloodshed, so I didn’t see the problem with it. If anything, it was very entertaining.
