Page 9 of Rebel

“Sure thing. Anything for you, hon?”

“Another beer. Thanks.” Once the young waitress was gone, I turned back to Nikki and grinned. “Nervous?”

“Some, I guess. You’re not?”

I shrugged. “Maybe, but now that I know it was all just a mistake, I’m just happy to see you.” She wasn’t ready to hear thatshe was the reason I’d given up on relationships, or that I wanted a second chance with her. Not yet. But soon.

She smiled. “It’s good to see you too, Logan. Or should I call you Rebel?”

“Call me whatever you want.” I smiled again, which was more than I’ve smiled in the past few months. Maybe longer. But the smile was short-lived, because I just clocked two members of the Blood Fangs near the entrance.

They looked around, two men on a mission, and I was sure that it was me they were after. Or Nikki. Maybe both of us.

“What is it, Logan? What’s wrong?” She looked over her shoulder and froze when she saw them. “Shit. This wouldn’t happen to be a biker bar, would it?”

I wanted to lie to her and tell her it was, but she was a smart woman, and I refused to lie. “It’s not.”

“They’re here for me?” she asked.

I shrugged. “Or me. Want to tell me how long this has been going on?”

“It’s a recent development that I didn’t know was an actual thing, until I spotted them at the festival talking to Joe Cameron.” She blew out a breath and took the shot glass straight from the waitress. “Thanks.”

“Whatever you do,” I leaned in and told her, my gaze deadly serious. “Don’t freak out.”

“Yeah, sure.” She finished the shot and schooled her expression just as the Blood Fangs appeared.

“You shouldn’t go around starting rumors about people.” His gaze was fixed on Nikki. “It’s how people get hurt.”

“And if they’re not rumors?” Nikki wore a teasing expression that only served to piss the long-haired bikers off.

He leaned in and got in her face. “As far as you’re concerned, they are.”

She sat back and reached for her beer. “Whatever you say.”

That was the wrong thing to say. “You and your fucking show have people stirring up trouble and asking questions they shouldn’t. Questions that could get people hurt.”

“Like the councilman?” She arched a brow. “Look, I don’t know the whole story, but what I do know, is that he’s more likely to throw you under the bus than I am. I don’t care about your biker business, I care about the public servant.”

“Don’t fuck with me.”

Nikki sighed dramatically, it was fake as fuck though. “I can see it now, local biker gang forced councilman into dirty business, according to Joe Cameron.”

“Bitch,” he growled and banged his fist on the table before he lunged forward and put his hand around her throat.

I swept his feet from under the table which sent him falling backwards onto the floor before I got to my feet and punched the other asshole straight in his big-ass nose. “Don’t ever fucking touch her again!” I pressed my foot on his chest and applied pressure. “You understand?”

“Fuck. You.” He laughed a second before his friend landed a cheap shot to my kidney.

A pained grunt escaped before I turned around to handle that motherfucker, throwing two quick jabs to his nose—again—and two body shots that made him stagger to his knees.

“Logan,” Nikki shouted, and when I turned, she had a beer bottle raised over her head and brought it down over his with a ferocious growl. “Behind you!”

I ducked instinctively and turned with a gut shot. And then another. And another. I pounded on him until I felt a kick to my back that knocked me on top of the nearly unconscious Blood Fangs member.

“Stop,” Nikki shouted and then I heard a grunt.

“You rotten bitch!”

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