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“Hey, baby, can I get four shots south of the border and four more heavy on the walker?” A man called over the loud noise of the bar to me as I cashed someone out.
“Yeah,” I yelled back, not even bothering to turn around. The place was packed and I was exhausted. The ridiculous amount of Tylenol I’d chewed earlier was finally kicking in and I could breathe a little easier.
I worked at the ER in the morning, so I was just going to get through the night and get an Xray then. Not that anything could be done about it, but at least then I’d be sure it wasn’t displaced and poking around at my organs like a pitchfork.
I gave my customer back his change and started making the shots the new guy ordered and looked up as I did, trying to be a little personable. The tips were better when you smiled.
As soon as I did, my eyes locked on a pair of glowing green ones sitting next to the man that had ordered the shots, who turned out to be Houston, President of the Black Eagles.
In fact, in the time that I was turned around, my entire section of bar had flipped and was now littered with Eagle riders.
Fuck.
“Hey.” Fox said as I tried to roll with it to not let him know how he affected me. I knew I was going to have to face him soon, I just didn’t know it was going to happen tonight. And after everything that happened with Taz, I was not on my game.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, pouring tequila in the glasses.
“We wanted a drink.” He shrugged, nodding to his comrades who watched with fascination. “Figured we’d come here.”
“You had a dozen other options.” I pointed out the obvious.
“None of them have you though.” He said, staring directly at me.
I froze and spilled expensive top shelf liquor over the rim of the glass and cursed, shaking it off as I tried to focus on the task at hand. I turned to grab another bottle and looked at him in the mirror as Houston nudged him with a smirk on his face.
I turned back around and finished off the shots and placed them on the bar top in front of the President. I grimaced a bit when I reached for the last one and I caught the way Fox’s gaze zeroed in on it.
“Seventy even.” I said and took Houston’s card, “Want to keep this open or just this round?”
“Open, baby, we’re going to be here for a while if my man Fox has anything to say about it.” He smirked again and nudged Fox before handing him a shot and passing out the rest of them. I put his info into the computer and walked away to help other customers, putting much needed distance between us.
However, every move I made I could feel Fox’s eyes on me watching, studying me and my actions. It was exactly what he used to do when he started coming around with Blaine when we were younger. Silently watching was his game.
Back then it warmed me and sent fuzzy feelings of excitement through my body every time I caught his stare. And now it did the same damn thing, which confused me and left me on edge.
“You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve showing up here tonight.” Lori snapped as she came out of the kitchen and I whipped around to see her pointing her finger at Houston, before turning her ire on the group of bikers surrounding him, “Which one of you fuckers decided to throw Delilah’s name in the mix while you beat the fuck out of Taz last week, huh?” She snapped and I pulled her back.
“Enough.” I hissed. “Don’t do that.”
“I did.” Fox said firmly looking between the two of us, “Why?”
“Don’t.” I said to Lori and turned to Fox, “Drop it.” I shoved Lori and hissed in pain holding my side, but she didn’t give me the break I desperately needed. She had no idea what she was going to start if she told him what happened.
“He attacked her!” She yelled over the music, pointing directly at him, “Because of you!”
“What the fuck is she talking about?” He turned his attention to me, standing up and leaning over the bar.
Houston scowled and watched me intently too.
“Nothing.” I shook my head, “Just drop it Fox.”
“Fuck that, D. Tell me or so help me god I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
I cringed at the look of pure menace in his eyes and remembered every nightmare I’d had in the last five years where he stood over me looking at me exactly like that right before he killed me with his bare hands. Just like he did Blaine.
Only, he didn’t actually kill Blaine.
But that didn’t help the fear blooming in my stomach at the current time.
