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“You’re a fucking crazy bitch, aren’t you?” one man yelled.
“Yeah, I am. What’re you planning to do about it? I doubt much. You don’t look like a follow through kind of group.” She kept on, her voice getting louder with each insult she lobbed. “You all look so fucking useless, actually. Like a bunch of shit-for-brains who probably can’t even get a woman off. Poor tiny cocks, I bet. All of your women probably have to go fuck a real—”
A cry punched through the air—painfully feminine. Painfully familiar.
My grip on the door went from cautious to decided in less time than it took to blink. The inside of Shaw’s Bar and Stuff peeled into view as I threw the front door open, hand resting on the butt of my gun.
Four faces snapped my way, halting all movement.
Three were unfamiliar. One was pissed.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!”
Surprise slapped across my chest, jerking my head back as I realized Scarlett was talking to me and not at the three men ready to pounce on her.
“Who the hell are you, pretty boy?” One of the men with gangly blond hair down to his chin and a cracked front tooth earned my attention. His hands around Scarlett’s shoulders earned it next.
“I’m F.B.I. Who are you with your hands around an underage girl?”
The eyes of the man doubled in size at my boldfaced lie and dropped Scarlett like she was acid. Two of the three men backed away, leaving one to hold his wide stance in front of her.
She peeked her head around him, fixing her narrowed eyes to mine. “You know for a fucking fact that I’m not underage given how you were eye-fucking me this morning.”
I knew that. She knew that. They didn’t need to know that.
“Scarlett, get over here now.”
“You know this bitch?” The final man standing in front of her asked, his unkempt 70s porn star mustache catching his words in a muffle.
“I do. She’s a high-ranking government agent's daughter that I don’t think would take well to knowing where she is right now.”
He perked a curious eyebrow back at Scarlett, who was too busy shooting me daggers to even notice. “Now why the fuck would a government agent’s daughter come into my bar lookin’ to start trouble?”
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
“You don’t even know if he’s telling the truth!” Scarlett argued. To that, I pushed back the lapel of my jacket and flashed my badge. Any reservations the final man in front of Scarlett had evaporated from his glassy eyes.
“Take her.” He shoved Scarlett my way with a force that had me grinding my teeth together. She fell into my chest, and I snaked my arm around her waist before she could try to bolt. The man with the scruffy mustache pointed a threatening finger in our direction.
“And keep a fucking muzzle on your bitch!”
“Fuck you, asshole!” Scarlett roared next to me.
“Get the fuck outta my bar!”
“Gladly,” I muttered, already turning with Scarlett locked to my side.
I dragged her alongside me out of the bar, out of the thick stench that pervaded the air, and out to where I could finally breathe. Scarlett struggled the whole walk, spewing out hateful comments that I’d already learned to tune out.
We stopped a block away from Shaw’s Bar and Stuff, and I set a livid Scarlett in front of me. I dropped my mouth open to chastise her, but before I could get the first word out, she turned to run.
“Oh, no you don’t.” I looped my arm around her waist again, lifting her off of the ground as she kicked out and screamed.
“Let me go! What the fuck are you even doing here?!”
She put up a pretty damn good fight, but I finally got her with her back up against the wall—literally. A feral growl ripped out of her as I trapped her body with mine. I went to speak when her head snapped forward.
I just barely ducked out of the way, scolding her with her name. “Scarlett, calm down!”
