Chapter 19I could see that Nick was looking for a fight. He was bristling with toxic masculinity. “Looks like you and Fairy Queen over there are out on a date.” I glanced at Rocco who was too busy eating his hamburger and staring down at his iPhone to notice the scene playing out across the room.
What with the loud clatter of voices and music drowning out Nick’s idiotic clichés, Rocco wouldn’t notice us unless he had looked in our direction.
Ignoring Nick and his band of bloodhounds, I tried to flee from them by turning and heading toward the restrooms at the back of the dining room. Nick grabbed my arm; I jerked away. “Don’t put your hand on me,” I said, feeling my heart beat quickening and my muscles tightening.
“Or what?” Nick asked, hissing, turning to his misfit friends, and grinni
