Dante Harris was running. Running from an abusive past. Running from a messy break up. Running from the life he left in the small city of Round Rock Texas.
Somehow this small town boy has found himself in the busy streets of New York City, and in t...
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Sammy knocked out almost immediately after dinner. He spent about two seconds kissing up my neck, then I felt his soft breathes as he snuggled closer and drifted off. I didn't mind, however. The work day had tired me out as well.
That, and we definitely needed some sleep for whatever hell this week brought.
Monday and Tuesday were particularly exhausting. Kassie did her best to cover some hours on Monday so I could train with the team, but the strain from a busy Tuesday night demanded I stay until close.
"I'm so sorry." Kassie apologized for the nine thousandth time tonight.
"It's truly okay!" I assured her. "Plus if you didn't call me in, Howard for sure would have. Tonight was insane."
"It's those stupid one dollar shots, I'm telling ya." Chris grumbled as she passed by.
We had just finished ushering the last drunk customer out. Kassie and I attempted damage control throughout the night, but the empty bottles, glasses, and popcorn everywhere made it seem like we had done nothing. I was just about to slip on a pair of gloves to help Chris sweep, when we heard a knock at the door.
Grayson was standing there, looking slightly confused. Once Kassie got the door open, the first thing he greeted us with was "so now we're locking the doors, huh? Did Sammy put you up to that?"
He was referring to the fact that Sammy was getting increasingly more strict about liquor. No one was allowed to touch it this week at all, and for good reason. Everyone needed to be at one hundred and ten percent.
Kassie laughed at that. "No, we locked up just in case any strays tried to wander back in. Took everything we had left to clear this place out tonight."
"Jesus." Grayson sighed, looking around at the mess. "Well, I'm here to help. Sammy sent me to relieve Dante for the night."
My eyebrows furrowed at that, but Kassie was the first to respond.
"Two toilets are clogged in the back, and we've got some vomit in a urinal again. Get to it, our knight in Under Armour." She didn't even skip a beat, before shoving the cleaning supplies in her brothers hands, and disappearing in the back.
Grayson gave me a smile as he approached Chris and I. "A-Are you sure?" I asked him.
"It's very cute that you think I have a say in the matter." He chuckled. "But Sammy's waiting. He wanted to spar with you so you better get moving."
I handed him the gloves I was just about to slip on, and gave him a quick yet heartfelt thank you before dashing out of Tidal Wave.
As soon as I made it to Fight Club, I could already see Sammy putting in some work with a punching bag through the front windows. There was sweat literally streaming down his body, regardless of the A/C that felt like it was on the coldest mode possible.
