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

eyes, her hands

as

fault.” I give her shoulder a

slack in

before the front door swings open, and a couple strides

at them tells me all that I need to know:

heart sinks. They must be

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

worthy

I am,” I reply, bracing myself for a potential

washing dishes? Something

arms

my throat. “They tripped one

was damage

even threats of

exchanging a tired look with

says, shaking

them, but

excuse mean-spirited pranks,” the man chimes in. “They told us it was a joke,

goes beyond a

blink, absorbing their words. This is not the reaction I was expecting, but

lifting off my shoulders.

be a fitting punishment for them to

cautiously, gauging their response.

man nods, looking toward the kitchen.

be willing. A week of scrubbing your

should drive the

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

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

trouble and not expect to deal

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

nod subtly, a smile breaking

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

an entire

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

learned in a kitchen. I would know.” He glances at me, winking subtly. My face flushes red, and

gaze to

it’s settled,” the man

the parents walk toward the kitchen, presumably to have

lean against the bar, suddenly drained but also immeasurably

me, his shoulder barely

softly, a slight laugh escaping my lips. “But these past

chock full of surprises.”

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

I murmur, realizing the truth in his words. Maybe it’s the