Gypsy
Putting on a brave face was what I did best. But I had to admit to myself that Fang's words had hurt. He was entitled to think those things if he wanted, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about that, but to say them out loud? That was below the belt. He had been lucky that I hadn’t tipped the half-drunk pints over his head as a thank you.
Not that I cared what he thought about me, he was the biggest asshole I had ever had the misfortune to meet. And I had met quite a few.
Yet, there was something about the way he looked at me...a softness I hadn’t expected from him. Not that it mattered, he ruined it every time he opened his damn mouth.
Asshole.
“Gypsy, I think we have a problem.”
I glanced up from my place on my knees. Restocking the fridges was one of the jobs I actual
