“Yeah, I need sleep. I fucking hate hotels. Sometimes I wish we’d have kept Tera’s loft.”
Jamie laughs. “As if that was going to happen with Tera going back to Xander.”
“True, true. I’m surprised they kept her on at the gallery,” I admit.
“Nah. She’s too talented to let go. They know what a loss that’d be.”
I nod in agreement, throwing some bills on the table to cover the tab and tip.
“I got next one, then,” Jabs tells me.
“No problem, man. My treat. More than. I gotta take a leak before I head out.”
Jabs looks over at the three still at the end of the bar, who are now pretty fucked up. “Want me to hang out and wait?”
“Nah man.”
“All right. See you in the morning.”
We bump fists. He walks out the door and I head to the men’s room.
I walk out the back since I’m parked back there anyway. I’m just unlocking my rental, when I hear Spyder’s stupid fucking whistle. I roll my eyes and sigh. I’m fucking tired.
I turn to face them, leaning back against my rental SUV, arms crossed over my chest.
“Lookie, lookie. If it isn’t Knox,” Spyder sing-songs, his words slurring.
I just wait.
“Where’s your boy toy?” Reaper asks, smirking like the prick he is.
So that’s what this is about. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
“I never would’ve taken you for a fag,” Mayhem bites out, like he’s pissed.
I shrug a shoulder. I might look bored, but I’m on full alert. I know what’s happening here.
When Spyder pulls a bat from behind his leg and taps it against his palm and Reaper puts on his brass knuckles, I know this isn’t going to go well.
“Where’s your weapon?” I ask Mayhem.
He lifts his fists. “These are the only weapons I need.”
I nod. “At least one of you isn’t a pussy.”
“What the fuck would you know about pussy?” Spyder sputters.
“Only what your mama taught me,” I reply. “And now I’m gay, so you know how well that went, right?”
“You fucking faggot,” Reaper yells.
“Yep.”
“Do you get hard in the ring when you’ve got us pinned or submitting?” Spyder asks.
“You couldn’t get me hard if you jerked me off all night.”
“Fuck you,” Spyder shouts, and then they’re on me. Three to one—two with weapons.
