Chapter Seventeen - Calm your tits

Chapter Seventeen

Carrying two bags full of presents and holding a dozen pink roses, Nate pushed inside The Grind. The familiar sound of popular hits being played as instrumental pieces hit his ear. Carefully, he began to set things down, expecting to see his wife at any moment. “Kim,” he called out.

Instead, a kid in his late teens was there instead. His dark hair was greasy and pushed back off his forehead, and his face looked as if he needed to shave every six months or so. He looked like he could use a few meals, and as if he hadn’t quite grown into his frame.

One thing was for certain, he shouldn’t have been in Kim’s coffee shop.

“Who in the hell are you?” Nate demanded.

The kid glanced up at him from his phone, all the while smirking at Nate as if he had a secret that he wasn’t willing to share.

“Calm your tits, man. Frankie has a message for you.” The kid's voice held a not