“Will you ask him?” Marcy asked as she continued to toy with the saltshaker.
“No,” she said, not even bothering to explain herself as she placed the saltshaker that she’d been working on back on the table and walked away, leaving Marcy to do the chore herself because she’d had enough for one day.
She’d told Lucifer that this wasn’t going to work out, but the stubborn bastard had insisted that she give it a chance. The only reason that she’d gone along with it was that up until now, the rest of the staff hadn’t acted differently since they’d found out. Apparently they’d been waiting for the news of their relationship to become public before deciding to pounce on her.
“Are the salt and peppershakers filled?” Adam, the supervisor who she normally avoided working with because he was an asshole, asked as she walked past him, reminding her of the other problem she’d been having today.
She’d been there longer than any of the other staff, which normally granted her the freedom to decide what needed to be done, when it needed to be done as well as working the best section in the dinning room. All those perks were gone now, because Adam, the real asshole of the Fire & Brimstone, had been on her ass all morning, letting her know that he wasn’t happy.
She’d barely punched in when Adam was chewing her out for punching in a minute late. While he was screaming at her in front of the rest of the staff he’d failed to remember that he’d been standing in front of the clock, blocking her from punching in on time. When she’d pointed that out, he’d snapped at her and told her to go pick up the trash in the parking lot. It wasn’t part of her job, but she’d needed to leave before she said something she would regret.
When she came back inside, he’d told her to go scrub the ovens, which also wasn’t her job. She was a waitress, not an hourly wage employee and he seemed to have forgotten that, but she hadn’t. She fully planned on putting in for those hours at the busboy rate, which was ten dollars an hour. At least that’s what she told herself when he made her scrub the windows, clean the sinks at the bar, fill the ketchup bottles, do dishes for an hour, scrub the bar stools, and finally, fill the salt and peppershakers, which was Marcy’s job.
She’d considered telling Lucifer what was going on, but she wasn’t a snitch and she also wasn’t going to run crying to her boyfriend every time someone treated her like crap. Instead, she was going to be that girlfriend that quit and found another job.
“Did you fill the shakers or not?” Adam snapped when she kept walking.
“Nope,” she said, fully intending to go upstairs where she could feel sorry for herself in private, but Adam had other plans in mind, plans that included getting in her face and yelling at the top of his lungs, announcing to one and all that she wasn’t going to get special treatment for fucking the owner and ensuring that her resignation was going to be memorable.
Chapter 39
“Oh, shit!” was his first clue that something wasn’t quite right at the Fire & Brimstone this morning. The sound of several people running past his door and someone screaming, “She’s going to kill him!” told him that he might want to see what was going on.
“Eat it, bitch!” he heard Rebecca, and why was he not surprised, yell.
That of course was followed by, “Get her off me! Please, someone get her off me!”
Sighing heavily, because this really was the last thing that he needed today, he walked into the dinning room and found his girlfriend trying to shove a saltshaker down his supervisor’s throat while two old women, an old man, three waitresses and Jon were either trying to join in and beat the shit out of Adam.
Okay, so he was pretty sure that Jon was the only one trying to put an end to this since everyone else seemed determined to get their hands on Adam. When the old woman shifted her walker so that she could kick Adam in his side while yelling, “You horrid man!” he decided that it was time to put an end to this.
Sighing, he walked over, grabbed Rebecca and threw her over his shoulder, but of course, she wasn’t done.
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that again, you prick!” she yelled, making everything in him go still, because Rebecca didn’t waste her time or energy in getting mad like this, not when she could get even.
“What did he say to you?” he asked softly.
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter. Just let me down,” she said, trying to push off him, which also wasn’t something that she normally did.
Nodding, because that’s really all he needed to know. He carefully placed Rebecca down on her feet, turned around and helped Adam to his feet. When Adam opened his mouth, either to bitch him out about Rebecca or thank him for helping him up, he shoved him towards the door.
“What the hell?” Adam asked, stumbling back and before he could right himself, Lucifer was there, giving him another shove and then another until Adam was stumbling back into the parking lot where several of his cousins and brothers were standing around, having a cup of coffee and looking genuinely surprised to see him shoving one of his employees around.
“You get one chance to tell me what you said to her,” Lucifer said, giving Adam another shove.
“She’s fucking insane!” Adam yelled, gesturing angrily towards the building where Rebecca was probably being restrained.
Nodding, Lucifer punched him, knocking him to the ground. “What did you say to her?” he asked, his tone never changing as he grabbed Adam by the shirt and yanked him back to his feet. As soon as he was back on his feet, Lucifer shoved him back again.
“What’s going on?” Jason asked as his family walked over to see what was going on, but Lucifer ignored him and focused on the asshole shifting nervously in front of him.
“What did you say to her?”
“She wasn’t doing her job so I had a word with her. That’s it!” Adam said, holding his hands up in front of him as he stumbled to get out of the way of Lucifer’s next punch, but he didn’t move fast enough.
Grabbing Adam by the shirt, he calmly picked him back up and shoved him before giving him another chance to tell him why Rebecca was upset.
“What did you say to her?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Adam yelled, wiping the blood off his chin with the back of his hand as he stumbled back.