Page 15 of Savage Bond

“Sadly, you picked the wrong daughter to flirt with and try to force yourself on. Dixie? Before she was Storm’s, she would’ve been gentle and tried not to hurt your feelings. Honestly, she’d probably ask Storm to talk to you so she didn’t have to deal with you again and she wouldn’t feel guilty. Now, Storm would kill you and gut you before you even had a chance to look at his wife twice.”

I give myself a second to think about Oakley and how she’d respond. I like letting the anticipation build and giving everyone a real show. I’ll make sure they all leave tonight knowing who’s in charge at Savage.

“Oakley? She’s single and doesn’t give a crap about anything. She’d probably entertain you for a while. If you pushed her too far, she’d put you in your place, but she’d be gentle about it. She knows someone is always watching and willing to step in and help. She wouldn’t be intimidated or scared of you because there’s always someone bigger and badder at her back.”

I lift my bat off the ground and slam the end into Wilson’s stomach. It forces all of the air out of him and he groans, but I don’t move the metal from his body.

“Me? I don’t need someone at my back. I’ll handle you all by myself. You see, Willy, I'm not sweet or innocent. I’ll never be gentle or entertain you just to make you feel better about yourself. I’m the honey badger who doesn’t give a crap. I’ll rip your face off and feed it to you and you’ll say thank you while I do it. I’ll take my trusty bat and break body parts you didn’t know could break.”

I watch as his face drains of all color and he stares up at me with horror. He didn’t know who he was screwing with tonight, but I guarantee he won't make that mistake again.

“If you ever try to stand in my way again, I’ll break your knees. If you try to pick me up, I’ll break your arms. If I even think you’re going to touch me, I’ll smash each and every finger you have to the point doctors won't be able to fix them.”

“I-I’m sorry,” he stutters out, looking like he’s about to puke. Gone is the confidence and cockiness he had before. Now, he’s terrified. I just hope he doesn’t pee himself. I'm not cleaning that up.

“Oh, you will be sorry. Now, be a good little boy and stay right where you are while I talk to the rest of these idiots.”

I climb on top of the bar and let my gaze trail over every face. I want to know exactly which of the guys put him up to this and I'm guessing it’s the table of men who are refusing to look at me.

“If I find out any of you pieces of crap encourage someone to touch a woman against her will, I’ll do the same to you as I promised to do to your boy, Willy. Except it will be double the pain. I’ll make sure you answer to Porter Reeves and I guarantee what I just told Wilson I’d do would be child’s play compared to what the Savage Wolves’ president would do to protect his daughters.”

I keep my eye on the table I know is responsible and they fidget with the attention. I know Storm and Chopper will back me up if I need them. They’ll happily report back to Dad and let him know how the Sinners’ club members are behaving. I wouldn’t be surprised if he talks to their president and makes sure these guys are dealt with and kept in line.

“Now, does anyone have any questions?” I ask in a super sweet voice. “If not, you three,” I point at the table of men still fidgeting and muttering things to each other, “Should probably get Willy and leave my bar before I change my mind and teach all of you a lesson.”

They all slowly stand and help Wilson off the floor. They’re almost to the door when I stop them again.

“And if you think about leaving this bar without paying, I’ll hunt you down and make sure I have Storm and Chopper with me. We’ll teach you exactly what happens when you cross the Savage Wolves.”

One of the guys fishes money out of his pocket and slams it down on the end of the bar before following his friends outside.

A roar of laughter erupts through the bar and most of the men start clapping. I bow like my performance has come to an end and before I can climb off the bar, Chopper’s there to help me down.

“Sometimes I forget how ruthless you can be.” He chuckles.

“Only to the people who deserve it.” I sigh as I take his hand and climb down.

“What can I do to make this night better?” He cages me between the bar and his hard chest.

If he were any other guy, I’d be ramming this bat into his stomach and breaking at least a few bones, but not Chopper. I know I'm safe with him and I don’t need to worry about what he might try.

To an outsider, he’s a tough biker you should be scared of. To me, he’s the sweet boy I grew up with. The boy I knew I could take all of my problems to and he’d make it all better. He’s the one I can trust and know he’ll always have my back.

“I just want to go home.” I let my arms fall to my sides and survey how many people are still here. I have an hour left before I can close the bar and go home.

Sometimes I’ll close the bar early and kick everyone out, but I can’t make that the routine or I’ll never make money.

“Then get out of here. I can handle this place.”

“No, this is my bar. I can't just let someone else take over.”

“It’s an hour, Rox. I'm sure I can’t screw up that much in an hour.” He rolls his eyes.

“No.”

“Fine.” He swivels around on his stool and cups his hands around his mouth. “Bar’s closing! Pay your tabs and get out!”

Disappointed murmurs can be heard from every direction, but the guys don’t hesitate to rise and head over to me. They drop cash on the bar and exit quickly. I don’t even bother counting the cash from the members. I know they won't short me and if they do, there’s a reason for it. They’ll pay me back when they have the money. It’s only the non-club members I check.