STILL STUNNED AT Adriana’s accusations, I tried calling her back, but she didn’t answer. Enraged, I turned around and slammed my fist into the wall.
“You okay?” asked Misty, hurrying over to where I was standing.
“Do I look okay?” I growled, turning to stare at Brandy, who was watching me from behind the bar. Her eyes were filled with fear and something in my gut told me that she knew more about what was going on than I did.
“Your knuckles are bleeding,” said Misty, holding out a white towel.
I ignored her and stormed over to where Brandy was cowering.
“What’s up?” she asked, trembling.
“You. In the back room. Now,” I ordered.
She grabbed a glass and filled it with ice. “I was just making a drink for a customer. I can’t.”
“I don’t f*****g care what you were doing,” I snapped. “I ne
