CARLA
"Are you stalking us?" One of Alpha Dawson's minions asked. Liam, yeah. That was his name.
I had to do a little digging and finally learned their names. It was dumb to not be able to identify the three guys who took pleasure in making my life a living hell.
"St — stalking you? No, I'm not." My trembling hand could barely hold on to the note. "Please, can I take your orders?"
"You work here?" The other one laughed. Nick. Yeah, the tallest of them. Only a bit shorter than Alpha Dawson.
"Who is she?" The brunette asked, assessing me with a very disrespectful, condescending gaze. Why was she here alone? Wasn't she supposed to be Alpha Dawson's girl? Why wasn't he with him?
'What do you care?' My subconscious chided me.
Right. I shouldn't care. It shouldn't be any of my business
