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That fight that she feared was just about to erupt.
“Please don’t tell me those women are their ol’ ladies,” Avery sighed.
And if they were, why were they in a rival club’s bar, making trouble?
Avery stalked over to the table, shotgun in hand. No one turned to look at her as she walked by, guns as common as cell phones in this town.
“Why the fuck are you two in my bar?” Avery demanded as Kingston and Galen suddenly noticed her – and the gun by her side.
“What does it look like, you dumb bitch? These women belong to me.” Kingston sneered, getting up in Avery’s face.
He was at least three inches taller and built like a weightlifter. His breath reeked of pot and stale beer. The smell made her nauseas.
Maybe she should show no mercy and just shoot him in the foot. Then again, she really didn’t want to ruin the refinished floors.
“The only one who’s dumb here are these two.” Avery pointed to the women, one brunette, one blonde, who were staring wide-eyed between the four men. “If they belong to you, they should know better. Now get the fuck gone before I load your ass full of shotgun pellets.”
Galen stepped up beside Kingston and pulled out a knife, but Avery refused to budge. Dante and Wyatt stumbled over.
“You heard her, get gone. You and your skanks,” Wyatt mumbled.
Wyatt’s words had little effect since he was swaying like a tree about to topple. Dante was worse, tumbling over a bar stool and falling flat on his face. He didn’t get up.
Christ.
Enough was enough.
Avery pushed Wyatt out of the way, stepped back and raised the gun, aiming at Galen’s chest since he was still holding the knife.
“You have thirty seconds to leave,” she bit out.
She heard screams and watched as the two women who caused all this uproar ran out of the bar.
Two down, two to go.
Unfortunately, Kingston pulled a Glock out of his vest and aimed it Avery’s way. The remaining customers quietly filed out of the bar, until it was just the five of them. Or four, since Dante hadn’t moved from his face plant on the floor.
“Watcha gonna do now, hellion bitch? Two against one. Your boys are wasted and good for nothin’.”
Avery lowered the gun and Kingston laughed out loud. Until she pulled the trigger. And fuck, the roar of the shot was loud. She’d only ever fired her guns outside, or at a shooting range with earmuffs on.
She narrowly missed Kingston’s leg – on purpose - but got his attention again.
“You got bad aim, cunt,” Kingston barked, spit flying out of his mouth and catching on his long brown beard.
“That was a warning shot, fuckwad. I’m saving the best for your dick,” Avery replied as she raised the shotgun again.
Galen moved to the side, towards Wyatt, who was now holding a beer bottle. She’d have to let them battle it out. Guns trumped knives in this case, so all her concentration was on Kingston.
Until the click of another set of boots got her attention. Fuck, that better be Jackson or Sonny. If it was another member of the Death Riders, she was done for.
“You heard the lady. Get the fuck out of our bar.”
For the first time ever, Avery relaxed at the sound of Sonny’s voice. He stepped up beside her, aiming his own shotgun in the same direction. Kingston finally backed away.
“You make sure your boys and your hellion here know not to mess with us or our women again, Sonny. Our crew’s getting bigger. You don’t want to start a war you can’t win.”
Kingston motioned to his brother with his free hand and Galen walked over to him. Wyatt dropped the bottle and continued to sway, until he leaned up against the bar rail. He slipped and fell, joining Dante on the floor. Unbelievable.
