My best friend definitely hit the nail on the head with his assessment of her. Which is why he’s grinning like a motherfucker while holding her back with one arm.
Unfortunately, before I have the chance to do anything, all hell breaks loose.
Buzzcut grabs a beer bottle from the bar and cracks it on the side of my head just as his buddy fucking spears me into the glossy wood.
Jackal lunges for mohawk, the one who speared me, while I swing on Buzz Cut and drop him like a sack of potatoes. Assholes with glass jaws shouldn’t talk so much shit.
I look at Blondie, check to make sure she’s ok, and when I see the most beautiful fucking smile on her face instead of the look of fear I was expecting, someone breaks a goddamn chair on my back and starts a world war fucking three.
Several guys from Buzzcut’s MC come out of nowhere and try to dog pile me, but I’m too good for that and manage to fight my way out as Brick and Pork Chop come running over with twisted grins and too much enthusiasm over this stupid fucking bar fight.
I got to be grateful for it though, because Buzzcut’s friends keep coming out of the woodwork and they aren’t playing fair. At some point, I’m pretty sure I got shanked, definitely have at least two more bottles broken over my head and am now bleeding into my bad eye, but whatever. Just another night at MACs, honestly.
A few minutes later, Little John fires his shotgun into the air, successfully breaking up our shitshow, and when I stagger a few steps back and look at him, the bastard fucking winks at me.
“Cobra Cons are banned for life,” he grunts into the nowso silent you could hear a mouse fart—the animal, not the woman—bar. “This here is Kings and Python territory, allies only. Cobras are banned so get your asses out and don’t come back.”
“This ain’t over, freak,” Buzzcut yells as Mohawk drags him toward the door. “You’re a fucking dead man! This ain’t over.”
I roll my eye then wince because it fucking hurt.
Damn.
Not exactly how I was hoping to spend my night.
“That was awesome!” Ruby Red yells, grabs onto Jackal’s arm, and jumps up and down. “Oh my God, that was so fucking hot. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.”
I shuffle over to Blondie, still perched on a stool, still smiling at me like I hung the moon. “You ok, honey?”
She nods then bites her lip with a blush. “I was hoping to see you again, but I didn’t mean for it to happen like this.”
“I should hope not.” I chuckle. “That’d be a little fucked up even for me.”
Blondie laughs, the sound like music to my ears, but stops abruptly as she hops off the stool and takes the few steps that separate us. “Oh my God, you’rebleeding.”
I pull my head back as she cups my cheek and tries to see what I don’t want her to. “It’s fine. Got a thick skull.”
“Oh!” All of the sudden her hands are under my shirt, lifting the material, and goddamnit my dick twitches. “Oh my God, you werestabbed!”
I look down and sure enough, Iwasfucking shanked.
Shit.
And that’s when the room starts to tilt.
“You need to sit,” Blondie says in a very sexy, stern tone as she grabs one of the few unbroken chairs around us.
“I’m fine, honey.” Maybe not, but she doesn’t need to know that. I’m pretty sure I have a concussion from the multiple bottles broken over my melon but I’m a man,blah blah blah.
She points to the chair with a scrunch of her adorable nose. “Sit. Down.”
Oh, I am such a goner.
I was right about Blondie being feisty and I definitely like a woman who’s bossy, in and out of the bedroom. Gets my blood pumping when they give me sass.
But now isn’t the time for that. There may never be a time for that with this woman. Definitely not when I’m bleeding from multiple locations and totally concussed.
So, I try to shake my head and press my hand over my gut. “I’ll be fine once I’m back home. Doc will fix me up better than new.”
