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Share Us
“You don’t fuckin’ pay it.” The item is yanked back to me. “We share the goddamn business.”
“The garage, yeah. The towing, no. Therefore – and I know big word for you – I make more in this household and can afford more.”
“Don’t tell me what I can’t fuckin’ afford.”
“Don’t act like I don’t know what you can.”
“Don’t act like you know every fucking thing that I do.”
“Don’t act like I fuckin’ don’t.”
“You. Don’t.”
“You keepin’ more fuckin’ secrets from me, Kid?” His head tilts suspiciously to the side. “First the fact that you’re…” Watching his face crinkle has me shifting uncomfortably in my seat. “…whatever with me. And now something else involving money? You been doin’ extra gigs again? Runnin’ illegal parts for Marcus? I fuckin’ warned you about him.”
“I’m not doin’ shit for Marcus.”
“Then what extra money shit don’t I know?” To my surprise, he lets go of the holder. “And what else besides those two things don’t I know?! Since when don’t you trust me?”
“Since when don’t you trust me?”
“When did I say I don’t trust you?!”
“Why are you fuckin’ yelling at me?!”
“Why are you yelling at me?!”
“Enough!” Bunny forcefully interjects on an unsuspecting snatching of the bill. “I’m gonna pay for this shit.” She moves the object out of our reach. “And then we’re gonna go home and finish this conversation behind closed doors and not with an audience like you two have now.”
Her statement nudges my stare to steal a quick glimpse around at the other guests who are doing their best to pretend they weren’t looking.
Gawking.
Watching.
Judging.
Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up encouraging me to take a harder look around for a pair of eyes that are still lingering on me.
Us.
Not noticing anyone has my spine slightly untensing but the knot in my stomach staying.
It’s like hearing a car pull up to the shop and being able to instantly know from the engine’s sound what sort of neglect it’s suffering from.
It’s instinct.
And my instinct is flashing every fucking single warning light possible.
“I’m not comin’ home,” Nolan grumbles out during another attempt to grab the bill.
“Why?” Hurt invades my tone without my permission. “Are you really that pissed at me?”
His shoulders instantly sink to the ground. “Of course not, Kid.”
Relief slides into my gaze as Bunny hands the waitress our bill. “Then why aren’t you coming home?”
“Technically, on the clock.”
