Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

Chapter 472

He was still cursing under his breath when he swung his fist-only for Brooklyn to swoop in and grab his wrist, stopping him cold.

Brooklyn's face was stone. "You got a death wish?" she said, twisting Trayson's wrist with a sharp snap.

A crack echoed through the air.

Trayson screamed, his face draining of color.

Brooklyn didn't even pause; she kicked him hard. He dropped to his knees, the slick floor sending him sliding forward until his forehead smacked the ground right in front of Allison.

Brooklyn towered over him, eyes glinting with icy disdain.

Seriously? She'd only gone to the bathroom for a couple of minutes. How had someone managed to pick a fight with her boss in that short time?

"Should I break something or just finish him off?" Brooklyn asked coolly, glancing at Allison.

Allison let out a helpless sigh. "Chill, Brooklyn. This is broad daylight in a civilized place. Let's just call the police, okay?"

She wasn't worried about that slap she'd given Trayson. Back in the store, they'd been picking at her nonstop, but she'd ignored them—she was in a hurry. Who knew they'd get bolder, follow her out, and keep running their mouths? The guy even said something downright disgusting.

Legally, this was straight-up harassment.

Her slap was totally justified.

hit back, Brooklyn stepped

worried. The mall was covered in cameras, and

get up, still spitting

started to gather. People always loved a bit of

still looking ice-cold, called the police just

up fast-less

the

troublemaker. He got hauled away for

punch, but she'd started all the trash talk,

the time everything wrapped up, half an hour had flown

found Olivia waiting in

grinned. "Allie, you finally made it! What kind of dress takes you so long

handed

Olivia

out the dress

you try

602dout the dress and

belongs to Swit

her head. "Nope. Saw it,

so long? Didn't you get here before

into a little trouble. Some