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"Yes!" he squeaks, the pathetic little shit.
"Good."
I let him go, and he crumples to the ground, gasping and coughing. I bring my foot back to kick him in the ribs but stop when I hear Teagan inhale sharply. Damnit, okay. I have to leave it at this for now.
"Let's go." I put a hand on the small of Teagan's back and start to guide her out the door. I ignore the groaning of the man on the floor, the whispers of all the other workers and the sparse guests, everything. I have no other concern than getting the girl at my side out of nowhere and somewhere I can feed her.
We’ve almost made it out when the manager manages to sit up, his back against the host stand. "You’ve made a big mistake, both of you. You have no idea who I am or the world of trouble you’ve gotten yourself into," he wheezes.
All I can do is roll my eyes. What a dumb prick. I’ve heard these threats before, always made by overly wealthy idiots who think the law is anything I fear. In my years as a hitman, I’ve lined the pockets of hundreds of cops, and it’s safe to say most of them know my name. Lawyers won’t touch me either.
I might not be working under the umbrella of any of the big crime families these days, but even retired, I have enough clout and enough dirt on these attorneys that they don’t even bother. Not with someone as dangerous as I am.
So the manager’s words earn nothing but derisive snort from me. "You’re talking like someone who wants me to follow through with that kick."
He blanches, and I force any other words I want to say to him back into my throat and continue out with Teagan. I’m afraid if I stay here any longer, I might kill a man. And it would be a shame to go through all that effort for free when I used to get paid to do it.
Teagan takes another bite of her French toast and sighs in happiness. She's still a little shaky, but the food and iced coffee that looks to be half sugar and creamer seem to have steadied her.
I don't know much about what kind of breakfast spots girls of Teagan's age might like, but a quick search on my phone gave me a few options, and I just picked the highest-rated option without putting much more thought into it. Teagan was shaking so hard when I got her to my car that I knew I had to get her mind on other subjects or she was going to shut down on me. Turns out my girl has a sweet tooth. I wonder if that means she'll taste sweet, too.
"Feel better, doll?"
She smiles. "Much, thanks. That was a hell of a show you put on back there. I've never seen him scared like that."
I shrug, sipping my black coffee. "He was getting on my nerves. But it's nothing compared to what would have happened if he laid a finger on you."
Teagan laughs. "I appreciate the gesture, but it wasn't like that."
"I'm serious, Teagan."
She tilts her head to the side and looks me over slowly, "You act like knocking people to the ground like that is totally normal."
I shrug again. "I have a reputation."
Teagan takes a bite of her French toast and raises her eyebrows, waiting for me to continue.
"I'm a dangerous man, Teagan. I know it, you know it, and I can see it written on your face. You're afraid of me. And that's fine."
Her eyes widen. "I'm not afraid of you, Tobias."
I lean in a little closer. "Maybe you should be."
There's a teasing look in her eyes as she responds. "Then maybe you should give me a reason to, hm?"
I laugh, the sound of it dark. Her words go straight to my groin, and I shift in my chair for relief, but there's none to be found. There won't be unless it's at Teagan's hand. "You're playing with fire, doll, and you don't even know it."
Teagan licks her lips. "Maybe I want to."
Fuck.
My cock twitches and throbs, and I know that if she keeps this up, I'll end up dragging her into the bathroom and fucking her right against the door.
"Eat your food, Teagan. Once you're fed and rested, then we can revisit this subject. As of right now, it wouldn't be right to push this any further." Even if we both want to, I think.
She sighs and sits back flat in her seat, the playful look on her face fading. "You're probably right. I'm...I'm putting on a brave face because I'm terrified that I've just lost my job if I'm being honest."
"So what? You don't need that shit."
