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 hands

says as I

not your fault.” I give her shoulder a

in the dining area to relieve some of the anxiety from

But it’s not long before the front door

I need to know: they have that

about them, and my heart

you the owner of this establishment?” the woman asks,

I’m worthy of

myself for a potential

informed us they’re here, washing dishes? Something about a prank?” the

his arms

my throat. “They tripped

and there was damage

accusations, perhaps even

tired look with her

have to deal with this,” she says, shaking her

responsibility in them, but teenagers will be teenagers,

doesn’t excuse mean-spirited pranks,” the man chimes in. “They told us it

a

words. This is not the reaction I was expecting, but it’s a relief, like

lifting off my shoulders.

my… cooks, thought it would be a fitting

cautiously, gauging their response.

fitting punishment indeed.” The man nods, looking toward the kitchen. “In fact, we’d

willing. A week of scrubbing your kitchen and doing whatever

should drive the message

sure?” I ask, stunned. “I wouldn’t want

an imposition,” the woman assures me. “It’s about time they learn a good lesson. You

expect to deal with

Karl emerges from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. His eyes meet

a smile breaking through my

explain. “They agree

for an entire

extending a hand to each parent. “I appreciate your understanding. Trust me, there’s a

a kitchen. I would know.” He glances at

my gaze

the man says, shaking

the parents walk toward the kitchen, presumably to have a serious chat

I lean against the bar, suddenly drained but also

barely touching mine.

at all,” I say softly, a slight laugh escaping my lips. “But these

chock full of surprises.”

glances at me, his eyes warm and comforting. “Some

realizing the truth in his words. Maybe it’s the parents