Page 45 of One Taste of Angel


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“I’m not a narc.”

Good. That earned him some points. “So you’ll take responsibility for your friends. Give me your wallet.”

Hesitant at first, James reaches in his back pocket.

“Take out your cash.”

“All of it?”

“Yep.”

I watch as he digs out a few hundred-dollar bills.

“Hand it to Tonsils,” I demand.

Tonsils steps forward and snags the money.

One of James’s friends yells out. “Fuck you.”

Laughing, I turn my attention to him. Smaller than James, the bastard is either really stupid or has brass balls. “Come here.” I crook a finger at him. “You just volunteered to take James’s place.” I shove James out of the way. “Go join your friends over there.”

The other guy pulls out his cell phone. “I’m going to call the cops.”

* * *

There’s no police in Holly Beach. The Cameron Parish Sheriff’s Office is a half hour drive away. By the time they show up . . .

Sam knocks the cell phone out of the idiot’s hand before I can reach him. I punch the cocky bastard in the jaw and he stumbles back and drops to the ground. A couple half-ass kicks to the ribs, and the guy rolls onto his back and groans. Not worth the effort. I glare at James.

“Next time your friends encourage you to head to Holly Beach, what are you going to say?”

“No.”

“That’s right.”

“Are we free to go?” he asks.

“Definefree to go.No way you’re driving out of here. Half of you are drunk. Give me your keys.”

“W-what?”

I extend my hand, palm up. “The key to your ride.”

James’s gaze flicks to his bike. “No way.”

“Think real hard before you act,” I warn. Not only am I responsible for protecting my club, that duty includes keeping the streets of Holly Beach safe. Drunk out-of-towners on bikes, not happening. “There’s an RV park down the street with rentals available. Go there. In the morning, you can pick up your keys at their office.”

I laugh as James and his friends walk down the street in the direction of the RV park. Goddamned wannabe bikers need to find another pastime.

I head back inside, hungry and desperate to take another look at the sexy pic Serafina sent me. God, I want her.