Page 3 of Biker's Temptation
Except as I scanned the bar, I didn’t see my friends anywhere.
Okay.Well.Rude to leave me alone in here.
The sound of arguing near that pool table drew my attention.I suspected that was the reason my group had chosen to wait outside.The men seemed drunker and angrier than when I had gone to the bathroom.Considering the amount of shot glasses sitting on the tables around them, I shouldn’t have been surprised.
Halfway across the bar, I froze mid-step as the two men ratcheted up the fury.Chest to chest, they shouted in each other’s face, spittle flying along with the most creative combinations of F bombs and other curses I had ever heard.More men started to crowd in from the sides, and the band lost the beat as the drummer’s attention was snagged by the fight.
A woman grabbed the arm of the bigger of the two men and tried to talk him down, to get him to leave it.He finally relented after telling the smaller man to shove that pool cue right up his ass.The couple turned to walk away—and the smaller man swung his beer bottle at the taller man’s head, cracking it open and sending glass shards everywhere.
The whole bar erupted.
And I was stupidly standing right in the middle of it.
Until two powerful hands grabbed my waist and effortlessly lifted me out of the fray.
“Careful, sugar,” the green-eyed stranger drawled before placing me on a stool away from the fracas.
Still reeling from how I had been manhandled, I watched in shock as he rushed into the violent melee.The crowd parted as he advanced, further convincing me he was a well-known entity.He snatched up a pool cue, and like a pinch hitter coming in to save the game, he swung that wooden stick at the instigator, cracking him across the backs of his knees.
The man dropped instantly and howled when that pool cue slammed into his upper back.The stranger hit him again, driving him almost to his belly, and then stomped on the offender’s hand, crushing the fingers that had swung that beer bottle.Using the pool cue as a tool, he placed it under the attacker’s chin, forcing the man back up onto his knees into a praying position.
I couldn’t hear what was said over the noise of angry voices.The green-eyed stranger lowered his head, rasping something threatening in the man’s ear.With a look of terror, the dumbass started to sputter what looked like an apology.
Not wanting to see what fresh hell might start next, I decided to take advantage of the lull and escape.I skirted the edge of the crowd that had gathered to watch the fight and managed to get outside without being jostled too badly.I couldn’t wait to find the rest of the girls and tell them what they had missed.
But they were gone.
The parking lot was jam packed with motorcycles and a few trucks, but none of our more sensible vehicles.
Did they leave me behind?
Surely not.
Right?
Oh, no.
No.
Shit.
Chapter two
Shane
“WhatdidItellyou the last time you two came in here acting like assholes?”I squared up with Tony and pointed at Pete, his fathead brother who was whining and rubbing the hand I had stomped.
“That if we disrespected the peace of Margie’s bar again, you’d make sure we were never able to buy a beer in this county,” Tony grumbled while eyeing his useless sibling.
“He fucking robbed me!”Pete lobbed an accusation at the bearded biker he had struck with a bottle.
“Go blubber about it at home,” I cut in, not wanting to hear the excuses.“I watched the two of you play.It was a fair game.”
“Fair?He—.”
Tony snatched his brother by the back of his shirt, shutting him up instantly with a shake.“Let’s go, Pete.”
I ran my tongue along the inside of my lower lip as I watched the two brothers leave.I would make sure it was the last time they ever darkened Margie’s doors.
