When I see Courtney standing next to her, she shakes her head slightly, calling me off, and I let go.
I fall back, pushing myself away from the chef, so I’m not tempted to grab him again.
“s**t,” the Tiger says, rolling the chef over onto his back. “I thought you were going to kill the poor bastard.”
I laugh but it’s humorless.
I want to kill them all.
The Tiger turns on me and lifts his foot as though he’s going to plant it on my chest. Before he can, I shove it aside and stand up.
I should be meek, quiet. I need to fly under the radar.
But my adrenaline is pumping, and I can’t remember the last time I was disrespected like this.
“Don’t f*****g kick me,” I spit. “Don’t you dare.”
“You have no f*****g idea—”
I catch sight of Courtney over the Tiger’s shoulder. Her eyes are wide,
