Still a Bad Boy: A New Adult Romantic Suspense Read Online Free Page B

pissed off I was.
    “Who.  The.  FUCK .  Do you think you’re talking to?”
    What little conversation in the room that had survived this long promptly ceased as the whore yelped in surprise and the two of them both startled.  The guy whirled around in surprise.
    After sizing me up for a second, he came to the wrong conclusion, and pointed at Kendall.  “This b-”
    “You better rethink what you’re about to say, motherfucker.  What happened, Kendall?” I asked without taking my eyes of this dude, all puffed up like he was going to take a swing.  I fucking hoped he did.
    “She spilled my wine on me,” Kendall said, quietly.  Almost apologetically.
    “So what are you doing getting in her face?” I asked.  “Actually, don’t answer that, because I don’t give a fuck.  Get down on your hands and knees, lick her shoes , and beg for forgiveness.  Pray to the god of worthless cocksuckers she grants it.”
    The asshole looked ready to tell me to fuck off, and I stepped right in close to him until our noses were almost touching.  “Five hundred dollars is a big price tag to come here and end up eating your own teeth, bitch.”
    I could feel this energy heating up inside of me, flooding my muscles with adrenaline like it did before every fight.  On a hair trigger, I waited for the release.  I was ready to explode at any sudden movement.
    By the time I was done, his own mother would run for the hills at the sight of him.  I was pissed beyond words at the news Lorenzo had just dropped on me, and this nobody was going to bear the brunt of it.
    “Kick his ass, Mike,” said his piece of fluff.
    But then, sometimes people surprise you.  His eyebrows twitched a bit as he lost nerve and backed down, slowly lowering himself to his hands and knees in front of Kendall.
    No self-respecting man ever literally licked somebody’s shoes, but that’s what Mike did.  For a second my rage threatened to boil over, as if he had robbed me of a fight specifically to piss me off.  I almost kicked him in the head right there, he was at the right height for it now.
    “Please forgive me,” he mumbled to my date.
    Kendall’s mouth was opening and closing like a goldfish as she tried to find the words.  Honestly, how could the hottest woman in the room stand to have these pretentious cunts look down on her?
    Tell him to stand up and fight like a man , I thought.
    “It’s OK, it’s OK! Please stop!” she managed to blurt out.
    Mike got up and murmured something at me that was probably an apology as the blonde arm candy belittled him.
    “You should fuck off, if you know what’s good for you,” I said.  “Take that noisy bitch with you.”
    “C’mon, Liv,” said Mike, reaching for Liv’s arm and heading towards the front.
    She stumbled after him, spouting words of disbelief, and I turned to watch them go.  Not a single pair of eyes in the entire restaurant was on their own food, they were all on us, and it was deathly silent.
    “Anybody else got a fuckin’ problem?” I asked.
    Instantly, not a single pair of eyes was on us, they were all trained determinedly on their own plates.
    I was practically shaking with pent-up energy when I sat down again and waved Coralie away.  Across the table, Kendall was wearing her heart on her sleeve.
    There was fear there, a certain shock at the promises my body language and tone had just made to our dear friend Mike, but overwhelmingly she was looking at me with awe.  She was looking at me like I was some kind of hero.
    I was nothing of the sort, but I could see myself reflected in her eyes.  In them I was practically wearing shining armor and riding a white horse while lightning shot out of my sword.
    “Th-thank you,” she said, so quietly that I could barely even hear her in the near-silence of the stunned restaurant.
    Her hair, naturally lush and dark, shone and flowed over her shoulders, some of it grouping together in curls and ringlets.  She may not have much money,