“Which guy, Savannah?” he growled while searching around us.
I made eye contact with the guy then… and I could see his face fall in an instant… Like he knew he was in deep shit.
When I shifted my gaze back to Griff in front of me, I realized why that guy looked so scared… Griff’s jaw was locked and he was looking ready to murder.
He shifted his chair back noisily.
“No, Griff, please…” I pulled at his arm… but he was already moving, stalking over to the guy…
46. Griff
I was usually the cool-headed one.
The one who made smart decisions.
But right then I was seeing red.
It didn’t matter that he was my teammate just a few hoursago.
Now he was the enemy.
He made her cry.
I grinded my teeth.
Now I’d make him cry.
He saw me walking toward him and he quickly put his drink down and turned like he was trying to exit the bar, but there was no fucking way I’d be letting that happen.
It’s almost like I was having an out-of-body experience as I grabbed his shirt and turned himaround.
And then he hit me first.
I felt the shock reverberate through my jaw and just laughed while tasting the blood in my mouth. Taking that hit gave me permission to completelyunleash.
“Perfect,” I said under my breath… and then it was on.
I felt other guys starting to come to his defense, but I knew I could takethem.
I felt Duke grabbing me out of the fight then.
“Dude, stop!”
“He.” punch. “Hurt.” swing. “Sav’s.” hit. “Feelings.”
And then I was let go and Duke was all in with me.
Seconds later, which felt like hours, the bouncers finally pulled us apart, but I was still staring the offensive prick down with daggers.
“Ever say her name again and you’ll be fucking sorry,” I spit.
———
A half hour later, we were sitting our asses in the freezing cold, cement county jail cell.
I felt Duke slump lower next to me.
“So, I guess we don’t fit in around here, eh?” he asked with a lopsided smile.
