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

as I approach. “All

I give her shoulder a

help pick up the slack in the dining area to relieve some

not long before the front door swings

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

my heart sinks. They

the owner of this establishment?” the woman asks, her eyes

worthy

I reply, bracing myself for

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

his arms

say, swallowing the lump in my throat. “They tripped one of my waitresses.

there was damage

perhaps even threats of a lawsuit. But

a tired look with

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

them, but teenagers

man chimes in. “They told us it was a

a joke. Someone got

blink, absorbing their words. This is not the reaction

lifting off my shoulders.

be a fitting punishment for them to help clean up,” I

cautiously, gauging their response.

punishment indeed.” The man nods, looking toward the kitchen. “In fact,

if you’d be willing. A week of

should drive

stunned. “I wouldn’t

an imposition,” the woman assures me. “It’s about

and not expect to

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

subtly, a

explain. “They agree with your punishment. Actually, they want to

an

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

glances at me,

gaze to

the man says,

toward the kitchen, presumably to have a serious

bar, suddenly drained but also immeasurably

shoulder barely touching

slight laugh escaping my lips. “But these

chock full of surprises.”

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

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