Page 63 of Loyal
“Easy enough,” I chuckle.
A commotion catches our attention.
“What the hell…” Antonio mutters as we stand.
We make our way into the lobby.
“Sir, is there a problem?” Antonio asks.
The man spins around, spitting nails. As soon as I see his face, I bite back a curse.
Billy.
His eyes narrow. “You. Of course you would be here.”
“Sir, is there an issue?” Antonio asks, trying to calm the situation down while others are watching.
“Yeah, we have an issue. Your tech scuffed up my brand new tires and refuses to give me a full refund. Then I come in here and see this trash,” he says, pointing at me.
“Sir, tires get scuffed. I understand it’s frustrating. We have a process in place. We have to file a claim and go through the proper channels. We cannot give you a refund here in the store,” Antonio says.
Billy glares at me. “Let me guess, this is one of the fine establishments you have your dirty biker claws into. Do they clean money for you? Run drugs? Tell me, what is it?”
To his credit, Antonio doesn’t flinch when the rest of the lobby shifts uncomfortably.
“I’m just like you, Billy. I’m a paying customer here. That’s all,” I say calmly.
He scoffs. “That’s all my ass.”
They are all looking at him. Not like they side with him, but with disgust. He isn’t getting what he wants, and he’s throwing a fit.
“I know we have issues between us, Billy, but that’s not a reason to cause a scene.” I try to keep my tone low, taking the higher road.
He slaps his chest. “Me? I’m making a scene?”
His voice is loud. Everyone can hear him.
I raise my brow and look around the room.
“Yeah, dude, you kind of are,” a guy in the corner mutters, not looking away from his phone.
“Fuck you,” Billy says, pointing at him before looking back at me. “You know what? It’s a good thing you’re here. Since Sami isn’t around, you can finally come clean.”
“Come clean about what, Billy?” I ask with a level of calm I don’t feel.
In reality, I really want to rip his head off and shit down his neck, but we don’t all get what we wish for.
“Admit that you are only with Sami in order to get with Farrah. You want my daughter, not my wife.”
“Ex-wife,” I point out.
“Admit it,” he grits out, fists clenching.
“I can’t do that. I’m not going to admit to something that’s not true. I’m with Sami because I want to be. That’s it. Nothing less, nothing more. No ulterior motives. Nothing. Your daughter is a child, and I view her as such. Making wild accusations because you want your ex back isn’t the way to go. In fact, if youcontinue to make false accusations, I will be forced to take you to court for defamation of character.”
“Bullshit. There’s no way you would want to be with that limp noodle.”
Antonio makes a noise that sounds like a growl.
