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

sorry, Abby,” she says as I approach. “All

not your fault.” I give her shoulder

while, I help pick up the slack in the dining area to relieve some

not long before the front door swings open, and

tells me all that I need to know:

heart

the woman asks,

whether I’m worthy of her

am,” I reply, bracing myself for a potential

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

his arms over his

the lump in my throat.

there was damage

for the outburst, the accusations, perhaps even

a tired look with

this,” she says, shaking her head. “We’ve been

of responsibility in them, but teenagers

chimes in. “They

beyond a joke. Someone got

blink, absorbing their words. This is not the reaction I was expecting, but it’s a

lifting off my shoulders.

my… cooks, thought it would be a fitting

cautiously, gauging their response.

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

if you’d be willing. A week of scrubbing your

should drive

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

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

expect to deal with the

then, Karl emerges from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a

nod subtly, a

these are the parents,” I explain. “They agree with your punishment. Actually, they want

for an

parent. “I

would know.” He glances at me, winking subtly. My face flushes red,

gaze to my

man says, shaking Karl’s

kitchen, presumably to have a serious chat with their

lean against the bar, suddenly drained but also immeasurably

me, his shoulder barely touching mine.

a slight laugh escaping my lips. “But these

chock full of surprises.”

me, his eyes warm and comforting. “Some surprises are good, don’t

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