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.

Brooklyn stepped in-that was self-defense, plain

cops showed up, Allison wasn't the least bit worried. The mall was covered in cameras, and

up,

People always loved a

ice-cold, called the police just like Allison

up fast-less than ten

clerk's statement and all the security footage,

troublemaker. He got hauled away for

all the trash talk, so the police took her in

the time everything wrapped up, half an hour had flown

found Olivia waiting in the VIP lounge,

What kind of

handed over

Olivia

the dress and held

Did you try

602dout the dress and

belongs to Swit

head. "Nope. Saw it, loved

long? Didn't you get here

into a little trouble. Some people tried to