Page 6 of Bronco

“Hello, beautiful.”

I turn as a big guy with tattoos on his hands puts them on me and I try to wriggle away.

“Not looking,” I state, shoving his hands off my hips.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“C’mon, baby, don’t be a spoil sport.”

I’ve half a mind to knee him in the crown jewels, but I refrain.For the moment.

“I’m here with someone,” I lie.

“I’ve been watching you.” He tries to grope me again and I shove his chest when he reaches for me. I don’t miss the distinct smell of stale beer permeating from him.Jesus, get the fuck out of here. It ain’t worth this shit.

“Keep watching, bozo,” I holler, dodging around a couple dancing so I can get the hell outta dodge.

The hustle and bustle of bodies makes it almost impossible to make it to the front door, but I finally do and take a breath when I make it outside and slump against the wall.

“This is so fucked,” I say to myself. And the dick didn’t even show up, or if he did, he took one look at me and left. We both said what we’d be wearing, and it isn’t hard to miss a red dress like the one I’m wearing. I realize now that I’m a tad overdressed.

I’m honestly starting to question why I put myself through this. I thought a nice quiet drink at a bar would be just the ticket, but I’m too dumb to do research beforehand and got distracted by his pretty face. It’s probably not even his face. It’s probably AI because now I’m thinking about it, he was a little too perfect.

I sigh, pushing off the wall, turning just as the doors open and loud music spills out. My heart rate accelerates when I see the guy who groped me, and another man by his side. They’re both looking around, but their eyes stop when they spot me. I start to walk quickly up the street, hoping to blend into the crowd but the meat head has his eyes on me and gives me a chin lift. I hurry my pace, leaving them behind, but as I glance backonce more, to my horror they’re coming my way.Shit! Shit, shit, shit.

Okay, now is not the time to panic. Now is the time to stay in a nice, well-lit area and not go off down any dark alleyways.

My phone buzzes in my hand and I glance at it quickly.

Bronco

Hey, pretty girl. How did the date go?

It’s my buddy from the motorcycle club where I’ve been bartending a few nights a week at the clubhouse. I’ve come and gone a few times, taking other jobs in between, but the MC has always been good to me. Crazily enough, they’ve been the most respectful out of all the people I’ve worked for over the years. It’s good money, and the bikers aren’t all that bad. Okay, a few of them have tried hitting on me, but that’s to be expected. There are women everywhere at that club, but I can’t honestly complain and say they’re shitty to work for because they’re really good.

I turn again. The guys are gaining on me and the big beefy one who touched me looks like he’s on a mission. His jaw set, his face tense; I’m guessing he didn’t like my rejection. I turn back just in time to not hit somebody on the sidewalk.

I hit the phone icon and call Bronco.

“Goin’ that good, huh?” He snickers.

“Bronco, I think I’m in trouble.”

“What?Fuck.Where are you?”

I glance around. “I… I don’t know, I was supposed to meet a guy at this joint…”

I can hear him shuffling around, voices in the background, then it’s quiet. I’m figuring he’s at the clubhouse and he just stepped outside. “Which bar?”

“Uh.” I rack my brain to think of the stupid name again. “Skinny Dick’s.”

“For fuck’s sake, Amber!” he cusses. “Please tell me you’re jokin’?”

“These guys.” I turn again, my mouth dry as they continue their pursuit. “They followed me out, and now I’m running up the street away from them.”

“Fuck. Okay, this is what you’re gonna do. If you see a cop on the street, you go tell him what’s goin’ on, got me?”

---