AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I shrugged. “Maybe both.”
He raised his bottle of beer and grinned. “I’ll wait patiently.”
I couldn’t believe how easy it was for me to offer myself to him, but being in his presence made me do all of the things that I told myself in his absence I wouldn’t continue to do. He undoubtedly brought out the best of my worst decisions.
The sound of motorcycles in the parking lot made me wonder if some of his FFMC brethren had seen his motorcycle and were stopping in for a beer. We both looked out the window at the same time, and I noticed two men wearing leather vests parking their motorcycles. The look on Navarro’s face, however, told me whoever had shown up wasn’t someone he wanted to see.
He stood from his seat and turned to face me. His look was stern, serious, and one of actual concern. “No matter what happens, don’t get out of that seat until this is over.”
“Until what’s over? Who is it?”
“God damn it,” he bellowed. “Stay right here. Do you understand me?”
I fought against my tightening throat. “I understand. Yes, Sir.”
“Stay right there,” he said in a demanding tone. “I fucking mean it.”
I swallowed hard. “Okay.”
“Pete! Got two Savages at the door!” he shouted.
Oh shit.
Upon hearing the announcement, the two men seated at the bar got off of their stools and walked toward the back of the bar. I pulled the recorder from my purse, turned it on, and placed it on the edge of the table.
Navarro took a few steps toward the door, stopped and glanced over his shoulder. As our eyes met, he winked.
Seriously?
Did you just fucking wink at me?
Two pretty rough looking men – one of which was roughly Navarro’s size – walked through the front door. The other man was slightly shorter, but built like a weight-lifter. The shorter of the two men had a shaved head. The taller had tattoos on his neck and all-over-the-place brown hair.
“Looks like you might have picked the wrong place for lunch, Whip,” Navarro said. “Get back on your sled and go somewhere else.”
The bigger of the two had Whip and President on his vest. The other man’s vest said Panda, and Sergeant-At-Arms.
Whip stopped a few steps in front of Navarro. Panda stood beside him. Both men were facing me, and Navarro’s back was to me.
“Where’s my brother?” Whip asked.
Navarro chuckled. “Out fuckin’ a goat somewhere?”
“I’m not gonna ask you again,” Whip growled.
“Somehow, your dumb ass stumbled into the wrong bar. You’re in my MC’s territory, and I don’t like it,” Navarro said. “Take your fat little partner and head back down to Mabel’s.”
“Fuck you,” Whip snapped back. In a blur, his right hand swung toward Navarro.
Shit, he’s got a knife.
Navarro lunged forward, blocked the attempted slash with his left forearm, and grabbed Whip’s wrist with his right hand. In a split-second, the knife went flying across the floor. Some type of martial arts move followed, and Whip’s body came crashing down to the floor.
Navarro’s raised his right foot, then stomped down hard. With a gut-wrenching thud, the heel of his boot slammed into Whip’s temple.
While Panda’s hand nervously fumbled with the inside of his vest, Navarro punched him in the chest, which clearly knocked the air from his lungs completely. As he gasped for breath, the sound of a half-dozen lightning-fast punches hitting his face filled the bar.
With an almost elegant grace, Navarro flipped Panda over his shoulder, slamming him down onto the floor beside Whip.
