I slam my elbow back, connecting with the bastard’s ribs, making him cough and groan.
Savage winks at me, blowing me a kiss.
“Thank you, brother.”
Shaking my head while laughing, I push him and the other man away. Jumping to my feet, I rush the man I was hitting as he tries to pull Target off his friend.
“You boys really do not like fair fighting, do you?”
Then he is on me, we fight, and I block some of his hits. He gets his licks in but hell, I get mine in too. Blood sprays when I slam my fist into his face, breaking his nose. He bellows, bending over, and I take my opportunity to end this.
I am fucking starving.
Gripping his shoulders, with a hard force, I slam my knee into his face, knocking him out. My chest heaves, sweat sticking to my skin, as I look at my brothers. Both men they were fighting with groan in pain and roll around on the floor.
“I think it is time you boys left,” comes a throaty voice from behind us.
I look over my shoulder as my brothers turn to face the person, and I expect Target to defend what we did, but we do not need to.
“You have been warned about saying shit like that in here. My nephew has every right to live his life as he pleases, as does everyone else. I suggest that you find somewhere else to have a beer.”
The two who are conscious drag their unconscious friend out of the bar by his hands. Albeit slowly, as they are hurting from the beating they have taken, but they leave.
“Damn, that made me hungrier,” I announce, sitting my ass back on the stool.
“Here.” The bartender hands me a damp cloth and two others to Target and Savage when they sit next to me.
“Avery, give these gentlemen anything they want. On the house,” the older man says, then looking to us. “Thank you for defending my nephew. I should have done something sooner with those shits.”
“I hate people like them, so I was happy to make them hurt for saying that shit. They are lucky that I am hungry, otherwise I would have dragged out their pain.” Savage grins; the twinkle in his eyes tells me he might just hunt them down after we are done eating.
“Well, thank you anyway. I will leave you to Avery, who will take your order and get you anything that you need.” He shakes our hands and leaves.
Savage being Savage, takes the opportunity to add something sexual to the moment.
“So, your uncle said that you will get meanythingthat I need.” His voice dips low, as he sets his forearms on the bar top, leaning toward Avery.
To my shock, Avery mirrors Savage.
“He did, and what is it that you need, Savage?” The heated look between the two men is off the charts.
Damn, people would pay to watch the scene that is playing out in front of me.
“Damn, I need my woman,” Target whines, shaking his head.
He is turned on, as he used to fuck Savage and things were hot between them if anything Savage brags about is true. Then he met Madalyn, and he was a one-woman man.
“I am not one to cock-block a brother, because I value my dick and my balls being attached to my body, but I am fuckinghungry, man. I need a double cheeseburger, fries, and onion rings, and a large Coke.” I rattle off my order.
Target does the same, and Avery places our order and chats with us when he is not seeing to the remaining customers or new arrivals. Both him and Savage flirt, and it is fucking strange to see this well put-together man flirt with a man like Savage, who has blood on his face and white T-shirt.
The rest of our time here is uneventful; we talk and laugh and enjoy some delicious food. When we’re done, Savage gets Avery’s number, then we leave with a promise to come see him soon.
We can’t take that fucker anywhere, but that is what you get with a man like Savage.
CHAPTER FOUR
STEVIE
