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 approach. “All that

give her

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

it’s not long before the front door swings open, and

glance at them tells me all that I need to know: they have that classic “I’d like to speak

my heart sinks. They must be the

woman asks, her eyes scanning me up and

whether I’m worthy of her

I reply, bracing myself for a

here, washing dishes? Something about a prank?” the

arms

my throat. “They

there was damage to our

wait for the outburst, the accusations, perhaps even

a tired look

you have to deal with this,” she says, shaking her head. “We’ve been

but teenagers

man chimes in.

beyond a joke.

their words. This is not the reaction I was

lifting off my shoulders.

my… cooks, thought it would be a fitting punishment for

cautiously, gauging their response.

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

week of scrubbing your kitchen and doing whatever

should drive the

ask, stunned. “I wouldn’t

“It’s about time they

trouble and not expect to deal with

then, Karl emerges from the kitchen, wiping his hands

I nod subtly, a smile breaking through my

these are the parents,” I explain. “They agree

an

parent. “I

know.” He glances

gaze to my

settled,” the man says,

presumably to have a serious

lean against the bar, suddenly drained

shoulder barely touching mine. “Not what you

laugh escaping my lips. “But these past couple of

chock full of surprises.”

me, his eyes warm and comforting. “Some

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