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One I could handle. Maybe two, if I had some caffeine in me. But five, well, I was definitely in trouble now. Especially if they were pissed that I’d hit their friend and were also carrying.
“Put ‘em away,” an older man said and I could hear that he was still laughing. “Lake, you alright?”
“Yeah,” my attacker said as he stood up and touched his probably tender eye with his fingertips. “You got me good.”
Was that a smile on his face?
I couldn’t tell with only the light from the street lamp in the middle of the lot.
“You had agunaimed at myhead,” I said staring at him like I couldn’t believe he would have expected something else to happen.
“I didn’t know what you were,” he said defensively.
“A girl, trying to get some fucking sleep in her broke down car,” I said back. Yeah, okay, I didn’t really expect him to know that seeing as I had been buried under some blankets.
“Damn, Lake. Keep it up and I think the hottie is gonna punch you again.”
I looked over at the guy that had said that and gave a little nod.
I could barely make out his lanky frame and blonde hair in the darkness but I could tell that his voice sounded like it was on the younger side.
“Hey, baby,” he said then winked at me. “You don’t have a place to stay, I have a nice and comfy bed I can share.”
I gaped at him.
“Yeah, girl. You heard me right. I don’t mind if you want to beat me a little.”
“Sketch,” the older one snapped humorously making the young guy straighten a little. “Go the fuck back to the bar.”
Without another word, he headed off.
With a nod from the older one, the rest of the men in the background headed off leaving me with just him and the guy I punched. Lake, that was what he called the guy.
“You okay, brother?”
“Yeah,” Lake said as he finally tucked his gun away.
“You alright, darlin’? Why are you out here in your car?”
“My car died— right here, actually. My phone is also dead and I have no idea where to go around here,” I said letting the pet name slide for now.
“Hmmm.”
That was when I heard my dad whispering in my ear.
No, not literally.
As I looked over the older man, I noticed the leather cut that held far too many patches for me to look at right this second. And there was my dad’s voice telling me to shut my yap.
I was fucked. More fucked than I thought I was a few moments ago. I knew better than to mess with motorcycle clubs. True, not all of them were gun-toting criminals that would kill anyone that looked at them funny. That said, the gun-toting part had already been confirmed and I really hoped the rest didn’t apply here.
“And you just happened to end up here?”
I didn’t dare take my eyes off of this man now. One patch said Iron and right under it saidPresident. I figured that if maybe I showed enough respect, he’d let me go. But then again, it might have been a little late for that.
“I came into town from the bridge and my car started smoking. I couldn’t see a damn thing, so I had planned on finding someplace to pull off when I saw the sign.” I pointed for good measure.
“Prez,” the Lake guy said in a tone that I couldn’t figure out. It was almost soft.
