The bang from the door alerted one of the security guards who was guarding the back of the shop and the large man in a suit with an earpiece in his ear stepped into the back of the shop, sunglasses-covered eyes looking between the two of them briefly. Marijuana understood the question and merely shook his head slightly before standing to deal with the douchebag.
"Listen, idiot child," He spat out as the security guard retreated out of sight, "I haven't done anything to Ruby. If she's not at school, that's not my problem." Where was Twitter, if she wasn't going to school or at her apartment? The worry grew inside him and he stood, hands braced against the counter and the anger building in his eyes.
"Come on, fuckwit. You can't own a woman, you can't 'have her back'. You can't treat a woman as special as Ruby like a slave, like property. Maybe she just got sick of you." He looked the boy up and down with a sneer on his face. "Pretty-boys always get boring. Don't blame me for your failings."