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I took a seat at the table, surprised when the man didn’t even acknowledge my presence. “Problem?”

The man straightened the lapels of his rich guy suit. His shoes screamed too much money. They were far too shiny.He probably had servants that cleaned them, I mused.His eyes shifted to me, but his body didn’t turn. Almost as though he could tell from my voice that I wouldn’t be worth his time. After studying me for a second, he dismissed me with a tiny scoff. “Keep your nose out of it, sweetie.”

Chelsea looked over at me, rolling her eyes dramatically as he continued to harass her with his big words and promises of wealthy gifts.

I pulled out my cell phone, whistling as I dialed. I could see the look of agitation flush the man’s face, but he continued to ignore me.

“Harmony,” Optimus’ voice gruffed, low and stern. There was a lot of noise in the background, men’s voices, woman’s laughter and kids screaming. For a minute I wished we could attend the family get-togethers. It would be nice to hang out with all the guys together while they were relaxing and shooting the shit without getting boozed to their eyeballs. We didn’t get that often because we weren’t invited to family gatherings which were compulsory for all members to attend. At other times, there were always some men working or away on runs.

“Hey, Prez.” That caught Chelsea’s attention. She leaned forward on the table and began rubbing at her temples, knowing what I was about to do was more than likely going to have Optimus on her back.

I shot her a quick apologetic look. “I’m really sorry to bother you while the Brothers are there, Optimus, but I’m out with Chelsea and there’s some rich dude in a suit who won’t leave her alone.”

“Give the mother-fucker the phone.” I heard a door slam and the background noise seemed to minimize a little.

I stood and reached over the table tapping the man on the shoulder.

He turned to me with a frown. “You need to learn your place. Stay out of my business.”

I held out the phone, a sickly sweet smile on my lips. “This call is for you.”

He studied the phone in my hand before reaching out to take it and holding it to his ear. “Yes.” His narrowed stare never left me. I couldn’t hear what Optimus was saying to him, but the look on his face changed rapidly. A snarl formed on his lips and I swear I saw his eyes darken to a malicious shade of black. “Not a problem,” he gritted and with one swift movement he slammed my phone face down on the table.

Chelsea and I both jolted at the loud crash. I knew for sure the screen of my phone was shattered. I opened my mouth to let rip at him, threats and foul words tickling the end of my tongue. But before I could inform the man of what I thought of him, the remnants of my phone was thrown against the café wall, barely missing an employee who had to jump out of the way, spilling some poor person’s coffee order in the process. I sat, semi-stunned at the ridiculous outburst.

“You girls need some lessons in behavior,” his voice, now eerily calm, sent shivers through my core. I pulled Chelsea out of her seat, placing her behind me protectively and moving out of his space. Finally taking notice of the attention he was getting from the staff and patrons of the small café, his body relaxed and he straightened his cufflinks casually. “Your lessons will come. And it will be my pleasure to conduct them personally.” With that he was gone, his shoes squeaking on the linoleum floor.

The quick encounter had been so fast and so incredibly strange that I was lost for words.

Chelsea was not so silent, expressing her primary concern. “Optimus is going to be on my ass about this.”

I laughed and squeezed her hand. “That’s all that you can think about right now?”

She looked at me with a‘duh’look. “That man can make a mountain outta a molehill.”

I stopped to pick up the part of my shattered phone that contained my sim card. It had all my numbers on it and that was the only thing I cared about. The rest was replaceable.

“Best we find something fucking sexy for you to wear tonight then. He can’t complain if he’s too busy tearing your clothes off.”

She smiled. “Oh trust me, he’ll try.”


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