“I don’t want to do this here. Please, Viking.” His eyes briefly meet mine, and I hold my breath because he’s never appeared so savage.
“Hellcat’s right. Why don’t we have a word outside?” He cuts a look to Easy, who sits back down, a sly grin on his face. “Keep in the front, make Easy’s job simple.”
I nod; he releases me, and he and Priest usher Ian, Connor, and the men they’re with outside. Swamp follows, rubbing his hands together, like he’s about to get a sweet treat.
“That’s not going to end well, is it?” I ask Easy.
He ignores my question, instead asking, “How are the wings here? And do they have the boneless bites?”
Staring at him for a minute to catch up, I finally respond, “Yes, we have boneless bites, cactus-cut fries, too, with house-made seasoning. You want a plate?”
“Yeah, honey-garlic sauce with extra on the side for dipping.”
Nodding again, I return to the bar to place his order. My eyes remain focused on the front doors until Trevor snaps his fingers in my face.
“Your boys in suits want a couple more jugs of beer there.” I turn towards them, noticing that they’re trying to wave me down. “I’m sure those bikers of yours are fine.” Trevor winks while setting the order on my tray and waving me off.
Plastering the smile back on my face as I approach the customers, Easy catches my eye. The huge grin on his face makes me uneasy.
“Here we go, gents. Can I get you anything else?”
Their round of lascivious suggestions makes me cringe because I made it clear earlier that I only serve food and drinks, but I respond with, “Nothing else then?”
Half drunk, they continue with comments I ignore until I feel a heavy presence at my back and notice some of their faces go pale.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see a snarling Viking, with a cut on his cheek and blood on his face, neck, and shoulder. This won’t be good.
“I’m fine, Viking. They’re just ignorant.” He doesn’t care, however. He must have heard some of the things they said to me. In all honesty, I tuned them out.
“You boys have a death wish tonight?” Priest asks as Viking continues making animalistic sounds that are a little scary. They all shake their heads. “Strongly suggest you learn some manners then; it’ll keep you alive longer.”
This is not how I pictured the evening going. I just wanted to come to work, decompress a little, and get a good night’s sleep before seeing my two bikers again.
Viking grips my ponytail and drags me away to a private corner where he pins me against the wall and inhales deeply as he presses his face to my throat. “Don’t fucking do that again.” His threatening tone makes me hotter than it should.
“Do what?” I gasp when he nips my neck.
“Try getting me to back off when it comes to protecting you against assholes like those fuckers. I don’t back down. Ever. And I need you to understand that.”
Chewing on my lower lip, he grips it with his thumb and tugs down, forcing me to answer, “Yes, Viking.” Do I sound breathy and desperate? Because I feel it. My body craves them to take me again, however they want.
Chapter 19
Viking
The flavor of blood lingers on my tongue long after bashing in Ian and Connor’s faces for how they spoke to Logan. Priest had a field day with their friends; each of them left with broken limbs, while her stepfamily were given warnings, promising their demise. Ian took the threat seriously; his son is a little dumber and threw a few of his own around that he’ll never be able to follow through on.
“You know,” Swamp starts, “she’d make a killing on that stage.”
Priest and I instantly send him withering glares. “You looking to die?” He backs off at my growled threat.
“I’m just saying, with her body, that innocent look, she’d make bank.” The fucking idiot doesn’t know when to shut up. Priest clobbers him with a hand up the backside of his head, and he finally mellows out.
“Hellcat!” Logan turns at my shout, the fake smile morphing into a real one as she comes over to me. “This fucker is cut off. Nothing but water or coffee for him the rest of the night.”
“Buzzkill,” Swamp mutters while pouting.
“What’d you do?” she asks while leaning her hip against my shoulder. Dangerous if she isn’t looking to get fucked hard and in public.
