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seats to slip into the front of the car. As she did so, she picked up the discarded hundred dollar bill.
“What are you going to do with this?” She asked nervously.
Hannibal snorted. He snatched it from her hand.
“Buy some gas, like he told me to,” he admitted. “And then with the rest of it? Buy a big fucking drink .”
Chapter Twenty
Kristen
Somehow, they ended up at Chili’s .
Kristen didn’t know how. She hated going for drinks at the same place she worked, and she always felt awkward having orders taken by her friends and colleagues.
But it was late, and Chili’s was the nearest place still open.
Hannibal didn’t seem to give a shit. He pulled his Bentley to a halt in the parking lot, amidst the Camrys and Accords, and swung open the door with one shove of his powerful arm.
And then, walking silently around the front of the car, he yanked open Kristen’s door and held down his hand for her.
She gulped, looking up at the towering figure of her stepbrother. It had been kind of a whirlwind night for her as it was – what with those brutal fights, and the uncomfortable and dangerous atmosphere of the warehouse. It made Hannibal’s towering presence even more intimidating and… dare she say it… exciting .
Heart racing, she placed her slender white hand in his big, brown paw, and let him pull her from the low-slung seat.
A moment later, they were walking towards the front door, and Hannibal held it open for her.
The stink of fried food and the loud crowds assailed Kristen’s senses the moment she walked in – but after the dangerous atmosphere of the warehouse fights, this familiar chaos was almost welcome.
Her buddy Annie was hostess tonight, and offered her menus as they walked in – but Hannibal brusquely waved his hand at her. “We’ll sit at the bar.”
Kristen silently voiced an apology, and followed her towering brother in law as he stepped up and took a stool.
A moment later she was sitting next to him.
“Good evening, folks,” it was Dan, another familiar face. “What can I get you?”
And that was the first time that night Kristen had seen Hannibal truly silenced.
The big man blinked, and then turned and looked down at Kristen.
This entire night, he’d been dismissive of her – basically treating her like you might treat a dog following you about. That was one of the things she hated about her big, growling brother in law.
But for a moment, he looked almost human.
His brown, flat face opened into a smile, and he admitted: “I don’t fucking know.” He shrugged at Kristen. “Damn, I haven’t drunk anything that wasn’t handed to me in a club for as long as I can remember. What is it you kids drink these day?”
Kristen felt her lips curl.
“Get us two of those house margaritas,” she told Dan. “The ones with the Corona bottle sticking out of the top.”
“You got it, hun,” Dan winked at her, and headed off to make the drinks.
Kristen looked up at her brother in law and smirked: “So, Baller doesn’t drink, eh?”
“Oh, shit, I drink,” Hannibal shrugged. “You just watched me down one of those shitty beers at the fight. But I’m always training, watching my macros - so I haven’t had more than a glass of champagne or a vodka soda in as long as I can remember.”
Kristen had a flashback to Jules swigging his beer, earlier that day.
“You might want to tell your brother about that one.”
Hannibal’s brow wrinkled.
“Yeah,” he growled. “Yeah, but there’s a lot I need to tell my little brother about.”
Thankfully the drinks arrived, and Kristen raised her fishbowl-sized margarita to chink with Hannibal.
“Well, here’s to Jules winning tonight,” she toasted.
“Shit,” Hannibal’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not drinking to that.”
Kristen blinked.
“Okay. How about…” She thought desperately. “How about toasting your homecoming. Welcome back to Hartford, Hannibal.”
Hannibal’s eyes narrowed even more, and
“What are you going to do with this?” She asked nervously.
Hannibal snorted. He snatched it from her hand.
“Buy some gas, like he told me to,” he admitted. “And then with the rest of it? Buy a big fucking drink .”
Chapter Twenty
Kristen
Somehow, they ended up at Chili’s .
Kristen didn’t know how. She hated going for drinks at the same place she worked, and she always felt awkward having orders taken by her friends and colleagues.
But it was late, and Chili’s was the nearest place still open.
Hannibal didn’t seem to give a shit. He pulled his Bentley to a halt in the parking lot, amidst the Camrys and Accords, and swung open the door with one shove of his powerful arm.
And then, walking silently around the front of the car, he yanked open Kristen’s door and held down his hand for her.
She gulped, looking up at the towering figure of her stepbrother. It had been kind of a whirlwind night for her as it was – what with those brutal fights, and the uncomfortable and dangerous atmosphere of the warehouse. It made Hannibal’s towering presence even more intimidating and… dare she say it… exciting .
Heart racing, she placed her slender white hand in his big, brown paw, and let him pull her from the low-slung seat.
A moment later, they were walking towards the front door, and Hannibal held it open for her.
The stink of fried food and the loud crowds assailed Kristen’s senses the moment she walked in – but after the dangerous atmosphere of the warehouse fights, this familiar chaos was almost welcome.
Her buddy Annie was hostess tonight, and offered her menus as they walked in – but Hannibal brusquely waved his hand at her. “We’ll sit at the bar.”
Kristen silently voiced an apology, and followed her towering brother in law as he stepped up and took a stool.
A moment later she was sitting next to him.
“Good evening, folks,” it was Dan, another familiar face. “What can I get you?”
And that was the first time that night Kristen had seen Hannibal truly silenced.
The big man blinked, and then turned and looked down at Kristen.
This entire night, he’d been dismissive of her – basically treating her like you might treat a dog following you about. That was one of the things she hated about her big, growling brother in law.
But for a moment, he looked almost human.
His brown, flat face opened into a smile, and he admitted: “I don’t fucking know.” He shrugged at Kristen. “Damn, I haven’t drunk anything that wasn’t handed to me in a club for as long as I can remember. What is it you kids drink these day?”
Kristen felt her lips curl.
“Get us two of those house margaritas,” she told Dan. “The ones with the Corona bottle sticking out of the top.”
“You got it, hun,” Dan winked at her, and headed off to make the drinks.
Kristen looked up at her brother in law and smirked: “So, Baller doesn’t drink, eh?”
“Oh, shit, I drink,” Hannibal shrugged. “You just watched me down one of those shitty beers at the fight. But I’m always training, watching my macros - so I haven’t had more than a glass of champagne or a vodka soda in as long as I can remember.”
Kristen had a flashback to Jules swigging his beer, earlier that day.
“You might want to tell your brother about that one.”
Hannibal’s brow wrinkled.
“Yeah,” he growled. “Yeah, but there’s a lot I need to tell my little brother about.”
Thankfully the drinks arrived, and Kristen raised her fishbowl-sized margarita to chink with Hannibal.
“Well, here’s to Jules winning tonight,” she toasted.
“Shit,” Hannibal’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not drinking to that.”
Kristen blinked.
“Okay. How about…” She thought desperately. “How about toasting your homecoming. Welcome back to Hartford, Hannibal.”
Hannibal’s eyes narrowed even more, and
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