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

Abby,” she says as

fault.” I give her shoulder a squeeze.

slack in the dining area to relieve

not long before the front door swings open, and a couple strides

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

my heart

woman asks, her eyes scanning me up and down as

whether I’m worthy of her

myself for a potential scolding—or worse,

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

arms

swallowing the lump in my

was damage to

even

tired

this,” she says, shaking her

in them, but teenagers will be teenagers, I

doesn’t excuse mean-spirited pranks,” the man chimes

beyond a joke. Someone

reaction I

lifting off my shoulders.

thought it would be a fitting punishment for them to help

cautiously, gauging their response.

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

A week of scrubbing your kitchen and doing

drive the

ask, stunned. “I wouldn’t want

not an imposition,” the woman assures me. “It’s about time they learn a good lesson.

and not expect to deal

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

subtly, a smile breaking

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

an

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

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

gaze

man

toward the kitchen, presumably to have a serious chat

bar, suddenly drained but also immeasurably

to me, his shoulder barely

a slight laugh escaping my lips. “But these past couple of

chock full of surprises.”

his eyes warm and comforting. “Some

murmur, realizing the truth in his words. Maybe