“You heard her, Alex.” Taking her hand in mine, I pull her behind me and out of his sight. “She’s not interested, and if I catch you harassing her again, I’ll do a lot more than break a few bones. Don’t so much as look at her. Understood?”
“Clear,” he spits out, and turns to leave while glaring in her direction. Alex doesn’t say anything else as he and the two friends with him pay their tab and walk out. Something doesn’t sit well with me—I don’t trust the jerkoff.
Once they clear the door, I turn to look at Ana and Jessica behind us. As a matter of fact, so are the cooks and Ben. All of them are standing guard and look like they’ll shoot a bitch if one were to get froggy.
“Ana, Jessica?”
“Yeah, boss,” they answer in unison.
“I’m going to need you to handle the floor on your own.”
“Why?” Ana asks, but the woman knows. Her smirk says it all.
Ignoring her, I look back at an in-shock Camille. Let her see the hidden meaning behind my words. “Because I am taking Millie home.”