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I've got your back.
Even if I had been alone, I wasn't worried. This douchebag didn't look like he'd thrown a punch outside of a carefully manicured gym in his entire life. But I had my club to back me up – nine men against one. The douchebag wouldn't stand a chance if he decided to pick a fight.
The bartender delivered the beer. But when she pulled away, the douchebag caught her wrist. Judging by her wince, I could tell his grip was hurting her.
"Alexandra," he growled. "We've talked about this. Come home. You don't belong here with this…" His gaze slid in my direction. "Filth."
Oh, I couldn't wait to break this pretty boy's face.
"Stephen, just go," Alexandra said, desperate and exasperated. It sounded like they'd had this conversation before and he wasn't taking no for an answer. "I don't want to see you anymore. We broke up. End of story. Now leave me the hell alone."
When she turned to leave, I could see the way something brittle and barely hanging on broke in Stephen's gaze. Every muscle in my body tensed. I'd seen enough domestic disputes like this play out and it always ended ugly.
Stephen leaned across the bar and snapped his fingers in Alexandra's face.
"Hey, you don't get to dismiss me like that. As if I'm your little boy toy that you can replace for a different model whenever you want."
My blood boiled. Now he wasn't just a douchebag. He was a straight up prick. I slid off of my bar stool and came to stand directly next to Stephen. I towered over him, squaring my shoulders, using every inch of my presence to intimidate him. Sometimes all it took was a little posturing and a coward would tuck his tails between his legs as he made a run for it. But Stephen had his sights set on Alexandra and it didn't look like he was running away any time soon.
"Looks to me," I said, my voice a low growl, "like the lady doesn't want to talk to you. Get the hint, buddy, andfuck off."
The hum of conversation in the bar fell silent. Stephen glared at me.
"Mind your business, biker," he shot back. "This is a private conversation and you're not invited. Now I suggest you be the one tofuck offso I can talk to my girlfriend." He paused then added with a sneer, "Or I'll call the cops. And we all know they won't trust a word of the jacked-up, tattooed, biker."
Shit.
I hated to admit it but he had a point. My record was far from squeaky clean. Even though I had a few friends in the Merry Field Police Department, I knew men like Stephen could just as easily flaunt some cash and apply pressure in all the right places to gain more influence than I had with my connections.
I didn't care though. I would gladly risk jail if it meant I got to knock this piece of shit's teeth down his throat.
Before I could take a step forward, Alexandra came out from behind the bar and stood between Stephen and me. When she put her hand on my chest, my attention snapped to her. Alexandra's hand was so small and soft, all I wanted to do was wrap my arm around her and keep her safe. I didn't even know her but the urge to protect her was overwhelming. She seemed like a sweet woman and I hated to think of Stephen's hands on her.
"It's okay, Brewer," Alexandra murmured. "I can handle it."
She knew my name. It shouldn't have surprised me – most people knew who I was in Merry Field and Southern California, especially in the biker world. But the familiar roll of my name off her tongue was the part that had me stop dead in my tracks.
"You don't have to," I replied.
"This is my mess. I'll clean it up."
I lingered for a moment longer. I knew guys like Stephen. They were the worst kind of predator with a crisp wardrobe to lower your guard on sight, handing out expensive gifts and smooth-tongued flattery. But then the switch would flip, and suddenly girls like Alexandra found themselves trapped. Or worse.
Reluctantly, I retreated and took up my position on my bar stool again. I kept my gaze on Alexandra and Stephen. He pulled her to the far side of the room until she shoved his hand away.
My Vice President, Tank, nudged me with his elbow.
"Trouble?" he said.
After ten years serving as a Marine, Tank was the best man to have my back in a fight. On the surface, he was handsome and charming and easy-going. But when the rubber hit the road, he could be bone-breaking-brutal.
“Not yet,” I replied. “Stand down until further notice. Stay close though.”
Tank nodded and tossed his whisky back. "Yell if you need me. I'll be around."
I didn't take my eyes off of Alexandra and Stephen. Even though they stood nearly out of earshot now, I could still make out pieces of their conversation. Alexandra had her arms crossed, her weight rocked back on her heels. Everything about her body language screamed how much she didn't like this guy. Stephen was leaning in, his gestures short and sharp.
"I've been looking for you," he said. "And you came back here, of all places? I gave you the world on a silver platter, Alexandra. But you chose to return to this hell hole?"
