Chapter 9
Mike fell backwards out of his chair with Christian on top. He attempted to wiggle free, but Christian pinned his shoulder to the ground. With his free hand, Christian continued to punch Mike’s face despite Adam’s attempts to pull him back.
“Get off him, man!” Adam yelled.
Just then an enormous fry cook bounded out of the kitchen. He, too, tried to pry Christian off, but was unsuccessful. May burst into tears.
Finally, I found my voice.
“Christian!” I wanted to yell it, but his name barely squeaked out.
As if he’d heard me, Christian stood, breathing heavily, fists clenched tight.
“Get out of here!” the cook barked at Christian. Grease dripped from a spatula in his hand.
I wasn’t sure if Christian heard or not, because all he did was turn to me and stare in shock—no, horr
