“Do you need a special invitation, pretty boy?” that fucker who threatened her before shouts from the other side of the bar.
“You shut up,” I shout back.
My head is ringing, and the anger is boiling inside me. I turn around and kick a stool, sending it clattering on the ground.
“Hey! Who’s gonna pay for the mess you made?” a bald guy yells, jabbing a finger at me.
I don’t say a word, just glare at him with a death stare.
He pauses and swallows hard.
“Okay, buddy. It’s on the house,” he mutters, raising his hands, backing off.
I grab my leather jacket and walk towards to the exit without looking at her.
Outside the bar, five black SUVs with tinted windows line the street, blocking every other car from passing. My eyes roll involuntarily as I head to my bike on the side of the entrance.
I still don’t know what I’ll do. I mean, sure, I could play the nice, obedient good boy for a while. Smile and wait for the perfect moment to gut that son of a bitch.
But no.
Tomorrow, my new task starts, and lucky me: I’ve been assigned to gut an entirely different asshole first. One I’ve been waiting for for a long, long time. So no, I’m not backing down.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Ugh, him again?
“You don’t really think I’ll leave my goddess?” Of course my bike never stays behind.
She exits the bar, her eyes darting right and left, looking completely lost. She still rubs her arm, which is already bruised from my grip.
“Get in the car,” another man growls at her, shoving her.
Rage slams into me like a wave. My heart pounds so violently it feels like it’s trying to burst through my skull.
“Hey.” I whistle. “She’s coming with me.”
“On that?” the fucker asks. “No, pretty boy.Youare coming with us.”
I lean in, my elbows resting against the fuel tank. “Keep calling me like this and I’ll start blushing. I’m straight, by the way.”
“Shut up and move.”
Slowly, I get off the bike and walk closer to her. I grab her wrist and pull her to me.
“I said she’s coming with me. Am I her fucking bodyguard or not?”
She turns her head, spots me, and just like that, her eyes light up. “Are you?”
I lean in. “Start searching for a new puppet already,” I whisper in her ear.
She nods, those big, feline eyes soft, but watching me closely.
“Wes, I’m going with him,” she says determinedly.
“No.”
“Don’t be jealous, Wes,” I mock with a fake smile. “Between us girls, I’d choose me too.”
