Fang 9

Gypsy

Putting on a brave face was what I did best. But I had to admit to myself that Fang's words had hurt. He was entitled to think those things if he wanted, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about that, but to say them out loud? That was below the belt. He had been lucky that I hadn’t tipped the half-drunk pints over his head as a thank you.

Not that I cared what he thought about me, he was the biggest asshole I had ever had the misfortune to meet. And I had met quite a few.

Yet, there was something about the way he looked at me...a softness I hadn’t expected from him. Not that it mattered, he ruined it every time he opened his damn mouth.

Asshole.

“Gypsy, I think we have a problem.”

I glanced up from my place on my knees. Restocking the fridges was one of the jobs I actually enjoyed after a busy shift. It gave me time to think. “What’s up?”

“I think Kelly is skimming from the till.”

Her words shocked me. “Do you have any proof?”

We had been open for a week. One week and on