A gruff voice, filled with way too much anger, peddled the couple. “Come on already, just get the fuck out of the way.”
Turning to see what the hell was going on, I was honestly shocked by what I saw. A younger guy, most likely early twenties, was shoving the man in his back, trying to make him move.
He was standing directly behind the old man, with his teeth bared like a rabid dog as if these poor two people were impeding on him on purpose. The kid had this arrogance that soured the air around me.
And I didn't like it.
The old man's face was scrunched up in anger, ready to give him a solid lecture on manners and respect. “Hey, Buddy—”
Taking one last look at the crowd still flowing out of the gate, I rolled my eyes and started towards them. “Excuse me, is there a problem here?” I asked, eyeing the young guy, and gently laying my hands on the couple's shoulders.
I couldn't just stand there and watch this dick of a human being bully around these poor people. It wasn't right and I wasn't going to stand for it. Straightening my back, I asked again. “Is there a problem here?”
My voice came out harsh as I talked more to the bully than the couple. The cocky kid chuckled under his breath. “Yeah, get these two old fucks out of my way. That would solve everything.”
The woman cupped her jaw and let her head fall into her hands. Her husband wrapped his arms over her shoulders, leaning in to kiss her head. “Don't let the ass behind us bother you. He can either go around us or wait.”
“Did you just call me an ass?” The kid cocked his head, furrowing his brows. “Don't make me—”
“Don't make you what?” Lunging forward, I slipped myself between the couple and the guy. This kid really had no respect for anyone around him, and it pissed me the fuck off.
There are plenty of things in this world I can deal with, but royal fucking assholes are not one of them. Balling my fists, my teeth ground down as my back snapped straight.
I was waiting for him to answer, to say the words so I could put him in his place. Fighting in the airport wouldn't end on a good note for either of us, but deep inside I wanted him to just give me a reason to lay him out.
An assault charge and a night in jail wouldn't color my career nicely, but it would be worth it.
He seemed to me like the type of guy who needed a good ass kicking to drop him off the fucking pedestal he had put himself on.
I towered over the young man, glaring down, daring him to speak. If he knew what was good for him, he'd turn and walk the other way. Those people did nothing to him, nothing was done purposely to piss him off.
And if he couldn't recognize that, I was more than happy to show him.
His chest puffed up, the testosterone filling the space between us as we both refused to break eye contact.
Come on, give me a reason.
All I needed was for him to say one thing, anything, and he'd have a whole world of hurt coming his way. The thing I kept wondering was would he recognize he couldn't win this battle or would his tongue get the best of him?
He honestly didn't have to speak for me to see the type of person he was. He was a spoiled rich kid, who had probably never heard the word no in his life. I could see by the way he held himself that he was used to people jumping as he spoke and bending over backwards to please him. He just spewed this stench of rotten asshole.
“Nothing to say?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest and arching a brow. “You had a whole lot to say to these poor folks, what happened?” Slowly, I rolled my sleeves up, never taking my eyes off him.
Fumbling his bottom lip with his teeth, he tried like hell to keep his shoulders from bending forward in submission. “Look, I'm just in a rush, I need to get by.”
“And that excuses how you talked to them?” Rocking my head to the other side, I lowered my chin into my chest. “Apologize, and then go on your way.”
Scrubbing his jaw, he blinked rapidly, shifting his eyes between my face and the room around us. He was rattled, either from me in general or because I wasn't going to let him get off easily.
“How about I just go on my way?”
Taking a small step in, I let my toes touch his, purposely scraping them together. “That's not what I told you to do.”
“I don't have to answer to you.” The kid made an attempt to walk around us, trying to keep his eyes on the ground.
Blocking his path, I snapped my hand against his chest. “Apologize.”
“And if I don't? What are you going to do?” His cockiness reemerged, staining the room around me in red.
