Nero
This f*****g punk blinks at me, like I might be joking, but I’m not. I’m not going to walk away while this b***h stands here talking to Payton.
“Yeah, okay.” He holds his hands up as he turns back to face my girl.
Yeah, okay.
God, I want to punch him in the face. Or pull my gun out and pistol whip him. Then he’d be too busy crying to flirt with Payton.
“Want your usual?” Her voice glides over my skin.
Or maybe I should just kill him.
“You know it, babe.”
I’m reaching for the Ruger at the small of my back before I even realize what I’m doing.
I pause, but I don’t drop my hand, debating how much trouble I’d be in for murdering this tool in broad daylight.
Payton wouldn’t like it.
My hand drops back to my side. Tapping my fingers against my thigh as this asshole pays for his u
