Page 1 of Mav

CHAPTER ONE

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I’ve been standing on door duty at TJs for the last four hours. My patience is about gone with the idiots that keep walking through the door. I know it’s a Friday night and people want to let their hair down after a more than likely busy week, but come on people, stop acting like idiots.

A group of women walked past twenty minutes ago, and one tried to touch my junk. I mean, really! What sort of skank does that to the damn bouncer?

Four men pass by me as they walk inside, giving me a nod as they do. I nod in return, as they are regulars here on the weekend. They have never, to my knowledge, caused an issue. They are some of our better customers.

“MAV?”

Turning as I hear my name shouted I give Colton thelookto stay on the door as I walk over toAllison, one of the bar staff and servers.

“What’s up?” I ask as I lean on the bar so I can hear her clearly over the music, talking, and laughter.

Leaning forward towards me, Allison is side-eying a guy sitting at the end of the bar. “I’m not sure, Mav, but I think he’s just put something in that group of women’s drinks. I wasn’t sure what I was seeing, but I thought it best to tell you than ignore it.”

“Leave it with me, but you see anything you are not sure of come tell one of us.”

“I will, Mav.” Allison moves along to serve while I stroll over to Colton.

“Got a live one at the end of the bar. Watch the fucker and if he goes to the restroom, we’ll follow him in. One of us watch the door, the other have a little talk with him.”

Now, Colton is a hothead, losing his temper fast. Both myself and Knuckles have been working on him, teaching him to channel his strength, mentally and physically. It will be interesting to see how he handles this shit.

“I’ll follow him in. You watch the door. You had all the fun last time, and the time before that it was Fist, and he wasn’t even on door duty,” Colton grins, and believe me, his eyes are twinkling at the thought.

Chuckling more to myself than toward Colton as I recall the Fist incident. The guy ended up with a missing tooth and five stitches, but he never said a word of how it happened when the Sheriff asked. Now Forest is Sheriff, he wouldn’t even ask, and if he did, he’d shrug and walk away.

Looking around, I wave to Ruger, Sting and Brag, who are here enjoying a beer. Giving me a frown, they all three stroll over to the door where both Colton and I are waiting.

“What’s up?” Brag asks.

“Can you man the door while we deal with an issue?” I reply.

Ruger rubs his hands together, grinning like a fool. “What’s goin’ on? Can we get involved?”

Now I never realized that Ruger was so bloodthirsty, but he’s gotten a manic look on his face that is telling me he wants tohave a go at whatever is afoot. “Okay, you come with us, Ruger, and you two stay at the door.”

Wandering over to the bar, Ruger and Colton on either side of me. We take a stand and Allison hands us a beer. Colton and I won’t drink it, but Ruger takes a hearty mouthful, giving himself a frothy mustache in the process.

Looking at Ruger, I flick my eyes to the guy at the end of the bar and watch as Ruger studies him carefully. “Yeah, got it. He is eyeing up some of the women in that group on the left.”

“Allison thinks he has spiked their drinks, so keep your eyes open. When he goes to the restroom we follow,” I mumble, making sure to keep the volume of our conversation low.

“Oh, yippee, he needs a piss,” Colton says, rubbing his hands together and looking like it’s Christmas morning.

The three of us turn and watch him walk to the restroom, and we slowly follow behind him. Colton and Ruger push forward, getting in front of me. Why they are panicking, I don’t know because I have no intention of getting blood on my hands, today at least.

Smirking to myself when I hear what Ruger says to Colton. “You take a piss on one side, and I’ll take a piss on the other. Once there is only us three we show this fucker what happens when you come into our bar, or town trying shit like this.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m up for this,” Colton replies, and I take a stance at the door of the men’s restroom.

Two men come out of the restroom talking to each other, but with shit-eating grins on their faces. They both give me a nodas they pass me, which lets me know they don’t have a problem with what is about to go down.

I hear a cry, but ignore it. Turning a few away from the restroom while hearing banging, shouting, and is that crying? Oh dear, seems someone isn’t as brave as they thought they were. A tick in my cheek appears and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m pissed I’m not in on the action, or that I’m trying hard not to laugh out loud.

It only takes ten minutes before the restroom door opens and Ruger walks out with a beaten-up asshole behind him, who is propped up by Colton. Walking to the front door of the club, people look at us passing and Colton grins, “Too much beer, you know what it’s like. Fell over his own feet in the restroom and head-butted the wall.” I’m not sure anyone believes him, but they look like they don’t give a shit either. Suits me.

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