“Okay. Now that we all understand each other, let me settle with all of you. It’s been a long night.”
A few minutes later, Diablo went up to Sam who was packing up to leave. “Have you seen Fallon?” he asked.
Sam shook his head. “A couple of the ring chicks are interested in you. They keep asking me about you. I’d die to have just one hour with any of them, and you’re asking me about Bloody’s dowdy daughter?”
“I didn’t ask for your fuckin’ opinion, just if you’ve seen her.”
“No, but then I really don’t ever notice her. She’s not very remarkable.”
In less than a second, Diablo grabbed the wiry-haired man by the shirt and lifted him off his feet. “I don’t ever want to hear you talking trash about her. You got that? If I hear you saying shit, I’ll crush your pinhead until your fuckin’ brains pour out.” He threw the trembling man to the ground and kicked open the back door, letting it slam behind him. He revved up his Harley and peeled out of the lot, his back tire sliding in the dirt.
As he rode down the deserted highway, his anger began to lift. Fallon touched him in a way no other woman had. He didn’t know what to make of it. There was strength in her amid all the chaos she had churning inside her; he supposed that’s what appealed to him. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted from her—friendship or something more. All he knew was he wanted to get to know her. She fascinated him in ways that confused him.
He threw his head back and let the late May air roll over him as he rode back to Alina.
