Chapter 9

The new pie went into the oven and the other one came out, ready to go to the dining room. When the carry-out order was done, Dante boxed it up and walked it to the front himself. He halted when he saw who was waiting on the order.

The Beave leaned up against the hostess stand, saying something to Georgina that made her laugh. He’s putting the moves on her and she’s flirting with him.

Dante’s stomach turned. He cleared his throat to make his presence known and they both looked at him startled as if he’d intruded on something he shouldn’t have. “Thanks for your patience,” said Dante dryly, handing over the box.

“No problem, bro.” The Beave took the box, a sinister smirk on his pockmarked face. “I’ll see you later, George.” He winked at Dante’s sister and left.

“Oh no you will not,” said Dante. He glared at Georgina.

“Dude, what is your hang up? Travis is nice,” she said.

“Travisis a thug.”

Georgina narrowed her eyes. “How would you know?”