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“Leave her alone,” I yelled.
“Mind your own fucking business,” he screamed back at me and brought his fist up to thump my chin. Bad move. He didn't connect and I landed my fist on his jaw. The guy slumped backward to land on the floor. If this idiot had any sense he would stay there. He didn’t look like the sort that had any sense though. Just fancy clothes and lots of money.
The woman that was with him ran back to the restaurant. At least this guy could not hurt her anymore at the moment. The man stood up again and pointed his finger at me.
“I'll ruin you in this town,” he yelled.
He could try, whoever the hell he thought he was. I was pretty good at fucking things up on my own, anyway. I thought I saw someone moving out the corner of my eye, but when I turned, there was no one there. This was my night. Why was this asshole ruining it for me.
My mistake was to turn away as the a-hole guy planted one on my chin. That was it, we were game on. This fool didn’t know that this was where I felt at home. I was always up for a fight, especially when I was drunk. I charged him, and he went down like a sack of potatoes. I was Irish. I knew about potatoes.
I was on him, and the a-hole wasn’t so tough as his arms flailed and hit me like a little kid. That was it, I thumped him in the ribs and then took aim at his nose. There was a satisfying crunch when I connected. It was broken and he would need to pay a shit ton of money to look pretty again. Then I always thought pretty was as pretty does. This guy was ugly.
Hands came at my shoulders pulling me off. Lights were flashing too. So much for being a winner tonight. Even when I did win, I fucked it up as usual. Jack was there and pulled me back.
“It’s fine. Flynn is good,” Jack said to the security guards. “He’s one of the winners tonight.”
The security guards let me go, and I made my way back to the restaurant. I could hear a-hole still carrying on behind me. For some reason, the security guards hadn’t jumped on him. He was still yelling at full throttle.
“This place is finished. You let people like him in here. He attacked me while my wife and I were talking. What kind of clientele do you allow in this place?”
“Winners,” I called back. “You loser.”
I sat down at our table and saw my drink was still there. I swallowed the whiskey. It burned as it went down, but it would help with the ache in my jaw and the fact my brain was mush right now. It wasn’t the first time and it would pass.
Jack patted me on the shoulder. “I suggest we leave if the guys don’t want to ask you anything else. I’m pretty sure your phone will be running hot in the morning from your agent and publicist though.”
“They can call all they want, but I won’t be answering any phone with the hangover from hell I’m going to have.”
We headed out the front of the convention center and the usual group of paparazzi were there snapping away. Did I have a swollen face? I didn’t care. I just pulled a funny face at them. It was not a great decision as my jaw ached like hell. Maybe there had been a mule back there that hit me.
Jack was good and made sure I got through my apartment door. He made me coffee, gave me medicine, and a cold pack for my face.
“You sure you don’t need to go the emergency department with that jaw?”
“I’ll be fine, and he looked a lot worse off than I did. His nose had a resounding crunch when I hit it. So, satisfying.” I smirked.
“What the hell happened? I know you like to fight, but I thought tonight with getting the award you would be chill.”
“The guy had his hands around his wife’s neck. I told him to stop after he slapped her. It went downhill from there.” I drank the Alka-Seltzer even though it tasted awful. I wasn’t sure at this point I would keep it down.
“Who the hell was he anyway? Kept yelling he would ruin everyone.”
“Brad Sendler. He is like a financier for a lot of the movies around town. Reckon he must have the Midas touch because I have no idea where his money is coming from.”
“I never expected this dream to last anyway. I usually fuck stuff up. At least I did help someone. Not that it will make the press. That woman looked scared. I don’t think that was the first time he had done something like that. Most of them are repeat offenders.”
“Hell. Man, you have been great on the show. You deserved that award. Forget that dick.”
“Thanks. That means a lot. At least we are finished for the season, so no one is going to care if I have a bruised face. Declan is the pretty one. I bring the grit.”
“Me too. Now hit the sack, and I’ll drop back in the morning to check on you.”
“Thanks, Momma,” I said, which got me the finger.
“By the way, I always thought I was the better-looking Reed brother. You cut me to the quick. Doesn’t matter though as Declan is off the market and the lucky ladies are coming for me and my expertise in the bedroom.”
“I always thought you and Callie’s friend, Sasha were a thing. She is as hot as hell, man.”
