“She was on her leash and in my control the whole time!”
“Then why didn’t you stop her from spreading her legs?”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” she snapped back at me. “We were just standing there when your beast attacked!”
“She kinda looks like she enjoyed it,” I pointed out. The bitch was still licking herself but seemed just as happy about the whole thing as Odin did.
Lia was visibly upset; the woman was irate, and I thought the whole situation was hilarious.
I reached out and took Odin’s leash from Lia, then stepped in front of her a bit so I was between her and the woman with the—very likely impregnated—dog.
“You are as insolent as your mutt!” the woman informed me.
“Probably more so,” I said with a nod. “Look, it happened—can’t change that now. If she does have pups, I’ll pay for it, okay?”
“You’ll pay the cost of the litter she was supposed to have!” the woman demanded.
“How much is that?”
“She could have had as many as ten of them,” the woman said with a smirk. “At two thousand a piece, you do the math!”
“Twenty grand for a bunch of dogs?” I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. I’ll pay you based on how many pups she does have.”
“I would have bred her multiple times with the stud dog,” the woman informed me. She gave me a nasty little smirk to go with her attitude. “She would have had more.”
“Then let him fuck her a couple more times,” I suggested. “He could use the action.”
“Most certainly not!”
“Then the deal stands.” I took a step forward and leaned closer to the woman. I made sure I was right up in her face and staring down at her before I dropped my voice low. “I suggest you take it because the humor of this situation is starting to wane a bit. You don’t want me pissed off, or I might decide to just take a clothes hanger and fix the whole situation. Capisce?”
I didn’t tend to use Italian as much as my co-workers, but quite frankly, sometimes it made the point better than English. The woman took a step back as I lifted my eyebrows and stared her down. She obviously picked up on my meaning, huffed her agreement, and then hauled her dog back toward the apartment entrance.
“Jesus, Evan!” Lia whispered as the woman scurried away.
“It’s all right,” I said, trying to sound reassuring. “I don’t know if I could have cock-blocked him under those circumstances either.”
I snickered a little, grinned down at Odin, and started back to the apartment.
“That’s not what I meant,” Lia muttered as she fell into step with me.
“What, then?”
“You practically threatened her!”
I shrugged one shoulder.
“It shut her up, didn’t it?”
“Not the point.”
“What is the point?” I sighed and opened the door for Lia and me to enter with Odin prancing behind me, still looking self-satisfied and downright cocky.
“What if she calls the police?”
“For what? Me offering to pay her for her fucking dogs?”
“No, for threatening to violently abort them!”