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“Sure,” he stuttered. He put his cigarette out on the arm of her mother’s sofa, and she wanted to shout at him to cut it out, but she knew better. Standing up to Jake never ended well for her or her mother.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she insisted, trying to sound as diplomatic as possible. “I’m really tired,” she reminded.
“You don’t look tired to me,” he slurred. Jake made his way across the small room and before she could think of running back to her bedroom and locking herself in, he had his arms around her waist, holding her tight. For a drunk guy, he was incredibly strong. “Come on, honey. I see the way you look at me.” The thought of wanting Jake made her want to laugh.
“I do not look at you, Jake. You are my mother’s boyfriend. Now, let me go so I can go to bed,” she shouted.
“That’s a good idea, let’s go to your bed,” he insisted. He started to pull her back to her room and she panicked. Sprite tried to pull free from him, instead slamming them both into a wall. Her right shoulder felt as though it was on fire, but Jake didn’t seem any worse for wear.
“You bitch,” he spat. He pushed her up against the wall, trapping her in the hallway. “You’ve always been a stuck-up little bitch. You think you’re better than any of us.”
“I do not think that,” she insisted. If she could keep him talking, she might be able to get free and make it back to her room. “Please, just let me go, Jake, and my mom will never have to know about any of this.”
“What’s the fun in that?” he asked. Jake ran his hands down her chest, and she felt as though she might physically get sick. She was done playing nice.
“Get your fucking hands off of me,” she shouted. She could see in his eyes that she had made a mistake. She had challenged him, and Jake never backed down from one of those.
“Fucking bitch,” he spat. She struggled to get free, and he slapped her left cheek. Sprite grabbed her cheek and stared him down as if daring him to do it again.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson,” he spat. He punched her in the right eye, and she thought for sure that she was going to pass out. She needed to keep it together if she wanted to get out of there alive.
He landed a few more blows before she kicked him in the balls, mustering all her strength to take him down. It worked. Jake was on the ground, rolling around, holding his groin and groaning. Sprite knew that this was probably her only shot at getting out of that place alive, and she took it. She grabbed her purse and keys, which she had dropped at the front door when she walked in and ran out to her car. She was going to leave her entire life behind, and that worked for her because she would never let Jake lay a hand on her ever again.
Chains
Asking the chick behind the bar out and failing made him want a redo. Maybe he’d find a barfly hanging out in the back of the room and get her to go home with him. For some reason, Sprite had him feeling as though he needed to prove his masculinity.
“Saw you talking to Sprite last night,” Savage said. “I take it she turned you down?”
“Yeah, she said that she doesn’t date guys in the club, and I respect her decision,” Chains lied. He didn’t respect one damn thing about Sprite turning him down. His inner caveman wanted to grab her, hoist her over his shoulder, and carry her out of that bar, but he was sure that wouldn’t go over well. He knew Savage and Bowie well enough to know that they wouldn’t allow him to do that.
“Good,” Savage said, “because Sprite is like family to us, and I’d hate to have to beat your ass for not respecting her.” The last thing he wanted was to go up against a guy like Savage. Not only was he the club’s Prez, but he was also a big guy and would probably be able to take him out with a few well-placed punches.
“Well, that won’t be a problem,” he assured. “I’ve already moved on.” That was a total lie too. He hadn’t moved on and damn it, he planned on asking her out again the next time he saw her, not that he’d tell Savage that.
“She’s just been through a lot,” Savage said. “I don’t want to see her get hurt.”
“And you think that I’m the kind of guy that would hurt her?” he asked.
“That’s not what I said. I just don’t want to see Sprite hurt,” Savage repeated.
“Yeah, I got that loud and clear,” Chains said.
“Great,” Savage growled, “while I have you, I was hoping to talk to you about being our Sergeant-at-Arms for the club.” It was an honor that Savage was asking him to fulfill such a role in the Royal Bastards, and there was no way that he’d tell him no.
“You have the background, with your military experience, and I know the guys really like you,” Savage continued.
“I really appreciate the offer,” Chains said, “and, my answer is yes. I’d love to be your Sergeant-at-Arms.” His Prez was right—his military career had given him the necessary experience to fulfill the role.
“What’s your schedule like at Redstone Arsenal?” Savage asked. “I don’t want to interfere with your work.” He had worked for Redstone for over a year now, since being transferred to Huntsville, and he had to admit, he loved his new job.
“I’m basically nine to five, but I have flexibility. You just tell me what you need, and I’ll be here,” Chains promised.
“Thanks, man,” Savage said, slapping him on the back. “I won’t forget this favor.”
“You don’t owe me anything Savage,” he insisted. Chains wanted to ask if he’d put in a good word with Sprite, but he had a feeling that he knew what Savage’s response would be. That was okay, he’d find a way to get her number, even if he had to grovel.
Chains walked into Savage Hell and found Sprite behind the bar again. He’d waited two nights to see her, and tonight, he’d finally get his chance to ask her for her phone number again. He walked up to the bar and noticed that she was wearing sunglasses, and he wondered what that was all about.
