13-Trouble At The Bakery

Monday morning came, ugh I miss the weekend already. It was a really good one, I spent more time at his house than in my apartment.

I was getting some orders ready when I heard the front door open. I went out and saw Stefan with a very angry look.

"What has you mad?" I asked while leading him to a table and we took a seat.

"I went to search for those assholes. And still no sign of them. I just want them to pay already so I can breathe again." He said with a much anger.

"Again? How many times have you gone to that same place?"

"A lot, I sometimes leave work to check if they appear." He sighed.

"Stefan, that's reckless, what if they do appear and see you, they can harm you." I said with crossed arms.

"I know, but I just want them either dead or in jail. Although the first one sounds more appealing."

"They will pay, just relax and don't let those bastards take away your peace." I told him while interlacing our fingers.

"Thanks, what would I do without you?"

"Probably be dead or back in j