All Chapters of Easy, Mr. Bigshot: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“She started all this. They should be the ones worrying about being thrown into jail, not us," Summer said, her characteristic optimism showing. "I hope so." I frowned, thinking I should put more faith in the law. When we got to the station, two cops led Summer and me to the interrogation room while Claude and that woman were taken aside. We took our seats as the cops watched us. They didn't look like they wanted to ask questions. "Sir, the woman started it. What we did was self-defense—" Summer started."Quiet! It's not up to you to decide the truth of how it started!" one of the cops snapped. "But aren't we here to give our accounts? Why else are we in the interrogation room?" she retorted. "This is a police station. You're in the presence of the law. I urge you to stick to the rules and obey authority instead of trying to be a Karen," the cop shot back coldly.Summer might not look it, but she had a rather explosive temper, and this certainly sparked her fuse. She leaped

The woman then directed her malice toward me, and honestly, I could see why. What I said must have hurt her ego."And who the fuck are you? This shit ain't even remotely about you. Do you want to get some of this action too, bitch?"I had never faced someone this shitty before. It made me want to even things out with my fists, even if it meant diving into the pool of muck with her. I thought Julia was the worst woman this world had to offer, but goddamn did this woman break that record. She made Julia look like a fucking saint!"Fuck you!" I shouted.The woman slapped me as hard as she could for my bravado. It was the second time she had done this to me, and I felt my blood boil. Everything about this was unfair! This woman got to strut around like she owned the place while innocents like us were terrorized and brutalized!"What are you even trying to achieve?! You hit us, you made the cops detain us despite us committing no crime, and you're the one who started this! You're the o

Jethro sounded so matter-of-fact despite doing something so sketchy. I had always hated men who hit women, but with Jethro, what he did only moved me and made me like him even more.I had no idea why he was at the station, but I knew he was here to save me. Just looking at his cold but heroic face made my heart shudder. "Y-You hit me! Do you know who I am?! Do you know who my cousin is?!" the woman yelled after recovering from her shock. This station was her home base."Who the hell are you? And why the hell should I care who your cousin is?" Jethro snarled.He seemed to have reserved a particular kind of hate for women with excessive make-up—this was something I realized. And this woman had just added being a Karen into his reasons to hate her."My cousin’s the deputy director of this station! I can tell him to lock you up if I want to!" Jethro snickered. He was always the kind of guy that was one on top—always the king while others were little more than peasants."What are y

“Summer, please… Forgive me this one time. We can be together again." As she sneered, Summer turned away. She wouldn't even look at him. "Shifting every goddamn blame onto a woman so you don't have to shoulder anything, huh? You just keep reaching for rock bottom.”Claude's character was on full display, and Summer was rightfully disappointed. I knew she was never going to give him another chance. He desperately cried, "But Summer, I—""Shut the fuck up! You're the most disgusting man I've ever had the displeasure of knowing! You slapped me, remember? I'm not gonna let that sort of thing happen to me ever again!" Jethro, impatient with this draggy back-and-forth, frowned.Director Fox immediately caught this and yelled, "What the hell are you waiting for? Get them out of here!"The interrogation room quietened down."I trust that you'll resolve this justly, Director Fox. Now, please excuse us,” Jethro said."You have my word, sir. I'll be fair and just."Satisfied, Jethro

Just when I was about to try sneaking out of there, the bedroom door opened. I turned to it in panic.Jethro appeared in the doorway in his sleeping robe and a mop of bed hair. He looked groggy. Upon seeing me, shock flitted through his eyes, but he quickly recovered and crossed to the kitchen as if he hadn’t seen me at all.He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and asked, "What are you trying to do? Cosplaying a ghost?"What? Me? A ghost? Did he even know what he was saying?"Have you ever seen a ghost as pretty as me?" I retorted."Pretty? Really?" He snorted.My mood soured. What was his problem? Had he forced me to stay here just so he could hurl abuse at me? I wanted to argue with him, but then I remembered the state of my face. Okay, so maybe he was right, but would it kill him to have the civility not to mock me for what I went through?"Mr. Jethro, you should go back to sleep instead of wasting your time here. Good night," I said and laid back down on the couch.