Page 155 of Passion at the Lake


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Anna was off to the side with her phone out.

“She’s my girlfriend.” He moved closer. “Angela, we’re leaving.”

I kept her behind me and gave a subtle shake of my head to Pris. The last thing I needed was for her to get involved.

Jordan waved Sonya over.

I laughed at him. “Get a grip, dickless. This is my dance and my girl.”

His reaction to that name told me I’d found the right one for him.

“You must be Mr. Teenie Weenie from Boston.”

“Very funny.” His eyes went wide and his jaw clenched, but I didn’t have him yet.

“Or should I call you raisin-sack because the ’roids have shrunk your balls down to nothing?”

He sneered and shifted to the side to go around me. “Get out of my fucking way or you’re going to need an ambulance.”

“Hey, man,” I cajoled. “This isn’t the place for a cage fight. The owner hates cleaning up blood.”

His eyes narrowed, trying to figure out if he’d won the verbal battle or not.

“Look,” I said. “I’ll buy you a beer for the road.” I mirrored his shift to the side, keeping Angela behind me. “But she stays here with me.”

His nostrils flared. I’d waved the red flag at this bull. “I’ll fucking wipe the fucking floor with you, fuckface.”

I shifted us again as he moved, keeping myself between him and Angela.

He shook a finger. “Angela, come with me now before I put pretty boy here in the hospital and you in jail.”

Angela reacted to the auto theft threat with a quick intake of breath. “It’s mine and you know it.”

“Okay, no beer for you, Dickless.” I laughed. “I do like that name. She’s my girl now, and she wants a man whose balls aren’t shriveled up. So fuck off.”

His jaw ticked as the snarl came. “I warned you, fuckface.” Before I could say anything, his stance shifted.

When his fist started my way, I knew this was going to be the hard part. Instead of blocking it or ducking, I moved just enough so he didn’t connect squarely. Even the glancing blow hit me like a freight train, snapping my neck back.

The room went blurry, and I hit the floor. I tried to blink my eyes clear, but everything shifted to gray.

The next little bit was a fuzzy jumble of gray images as Jordan yelled at him to freeze and put his hands up, followed by a lot offuck yourefusals from Dickless.

When things started to clear, Angela was over me. “I can’t let this go on. I have to go with him.”

Needing to get back into the fight, I pushed her aside and struggled to my feet with the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. “No way,” I told her. “My town. My rules.”

Dickless shoved Jordan hard against the wall with a very loud thud.

Sonya came from my right with a baseball bat.

“You’re under arrest,” Jordan coughed out as she got up.

“Fuck that,” Dickless scoffed as I came up behind him. He’d written me off after that punch.

I kicked the back of his left knee, and that leg crumpled. “She said…” I dodged his wild swing from down on one knee and came back with my fist to his throat. “You’re under arrest.”

Gasping and holding his throat, he managed only a squeak as he struggled to his feet with rage in his eyes.

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