Chapter 9.2

“Early,” he spluttered. “It’s ten o’clock and nobody turned up for brunch.”

I glanced over my shoulder and met Larissa’s curious gaze. “Do you know what he’s talking about?”

“He just makes things up to suit his stupid bar,” she said. Don saved me from asking when he said, “How am I going to pay the staff when you’ve chased away the Hellfire Pack?”

“Have you thought about letting them keep their tips?” “Shh.” Larissa rushed down the stairs of the top bunk and

ran to my side. “Don, is there anything you need from us?” “One or both of you is going to the Hellfire Pack and

apologizing for last night’s disgraceful display. Then, if they agree to patronize us for brunch, I want you two to serve them.”

My shoulders sagged. “You can’t be serious. After what they did—”

“If you two can’t understand that I’m running a business, then you can pack your bags and return to the employment exchange.”

I was almost tempted to tell him where to stick his job, but Beki gave me a sharp bark and brought