Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 79: Mean Spirited
Abby

The lunchtime rush is finally easing up. Much unlike yesterday, it’s been a smooth day so far, and I feel

relieved; but that’s exactly when it happens.

I’m scanning the restaurant floor, making sure everything is running smoothly, when I hear the crash.

It’s a shocking mix of the sound of ceramic shattering, gasps, and the thud of a body hitting the floor,

followed by a loud “Ow!”

My heart lurches into my throat as I rush over to see one of my waitresses, Sarah, sprawled on the

ground amid a mess of broken dishes and spilled food.

“What happened?” I ask, my eyes darting around the room, locking onto a group of snickering

teenagers at a nearby table.

“I saw it,” Karl says, striding past me. “Those little s hits tripped her. Deliberately.”

In seconds, he’s at their table, his face dark with anger. “You think that was funny? Get up.”

“It was an accident!” one of the kids says, feigning innocence. But it’s clear that he’s full of sh it. They all

are.

I kneel beside Sarah, who’s clutching her wrist, her face pale. “Are you okay?” I ask.

“I think so,” she mumbles, grimacing as she attempts to move. I call over two other employees to clean

the mess and guide Sarah to a chair.

Karl reappears, dragging the shame-faced teenagers behind him. “Apologize,” he commands, his voice

icy. They mumble sca ttered apologies, looking anywhere but at Sarah or me.

“Sorry isn’t enough,” Karl continues. “You’re washing dishes for the rest of the night. And if I see any of

you around here again causing trouble, you’re going to wish you never set foot in this place.”

“Karl, you can’t—” I begin, but my voice trails off with a look from Karl. A look I know all too well, one

that embodies his spirit of an Alpha.

I watch the teenagers slink off to the kitchen, led by Karl. The room is quiet now; even the low hum of

conversations has died down. But my focus is on Sarah, who is sitting by the bar and wiping tears from

her

she says as I

I give her shoulder a

slack in the

the front door swings open, and

that I need to know: they have that classic “I’d like

and my heart

owner of this establishment?” the woman asks, her eyes scanning me up

whether I’m worthy

I am,” I reply, bracing myself

washing dishes? Something about a prank?” the

arms over

Yes,” I say, swallowing the lump in my throat. “They tripped one of my

there was damage to

accusations, perhaps even threats of

exchanging a tired look with her

this,” she says, shaking her

responsibility in them, but teenagers will be teenagers, I

the man chimes in. “They told us it was a joke,

goes beyond a joke. Someone

the reaction I was expecting, but it’s

lifting off my shoulders.

would be a fitting punishment for them to help clean

cautiously, gauging their response.

nods, looking toward the kitchen. “In fact, we’d like to

you’d be willing. A week of

fit should drive the

ask, stunned. “I wouldn’t want to

“It’s about time

expect to deal with

wiping his

nod subtly, a smile breaking through my

parents,” I explain. “They agree with your punishment.

an entire

extending a hand to each parent. “I appreciate your

kitchen. I would know.” He glances at me, winking subtly.

my gaze to my

the man says, shaking Karl’s

the kitchen, presumably to have a serious chat with

I lean against the bar, suddenly

to me, his shoulder barely touching mine. “Not what

laugh escaping my lips. “But these past couple

chock full of surprises.”

warm and comforting. “Some surprises are good, don’t you

truth in his words. Maybe it’s the parents owning up to