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“You dare shoot me in my own bar?” the man shouted.
Ah, so he was the owner, using his position to threaten those around him. He intimidated my Honey with his position, using deplorable tactics to get what he wanted. I knew men like him. I killed men like him.
“I didn’t shoot you,” I said casually, tapping the end of my cigar and letting the flakes fall into the dish. “If I was shooting at you, I wouldn’t have missed.”
The man spluttered, his face mottled with rage as he stared at me. “You need to leave my bar.”
“Not without Honey.”
His eyes flicked to the woman he was just threatening. “She is not yours.”
“She’s a hell of a lot more than mine.” I stood, holstering my weapon. Yeah, he still had his out, but that did nothing to make me flinch. The man couldn’t hit me unless he was holding the gun against my chest, and even then, it was highly unlikely he’d kill me.
“You have no right, gringo,” he spat.
I walked around the table until I was standing right in front of him. His gun pressed against my chest and he really started to sweat. “Do it,” I hissed. “Pull the trigger.”
“I—”
He didn’t know what to say and didn’t want to become a murderer. His eyes flicked to Honey again, and then he pressed the gun harder against my chest. He wanted to do it. He wanted to watch the blood seep from my body, but he couldn’t.
In one swift move, I grabbed the gun from his hand and slammed it down on his head. He dropped to the ground, out cold and not going anywhere anytime soon. Honey came rushing over, her eyes filled with tears as she leapt into my arms.
“You saved me,” she cried. “No one has ever done anything like that for me before.”
I slowly lifted the cigar to my mouth and took a long drag. “And you’ll never have to know what it’s like not to have me around.”
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“Wait,”I cut in, my hands stopped just as I was about to sew up FNG’s wound. “You’re telling me that you rescued Honey from a bar in Mexico and no one else came after you?”
“Well, you didn’t really let me finish the story,” he grinned. “It gets really good.”
“I thought Honey had something to do with why you were missing,” I snapped. “So far, all I’m hearing is some Mexican tale of you rushing in to save the day. Were you wearing cowboy boots and chaps?”
“Chaps? No, I don’t wear chaps.”
I tossed the instrument back in the tray and stood back, staring at the man. “What the hell does this have to do with why you went missing?”
“It doesn’t,” he said, staring at me in confusion.
“Then why the hell are you telling me?”
“Well, it’s a really good story, and you asked.”
“I—” Fuck, I couldn’t remember if I asked or not. It was a good story, but I wasn’t sure I believed it. He was supposed to be dead. This was insanity. “So, you just met Honey and you married her.”
He squinted slightly. “Sort of.”
“What doessort ofmean?”
“Well, I did just meet her, but I didn’t exactly marry her just because she was there. Although, that would be a great story to tell the grandkid. Not nearly as good as the actual story, though.”
I was beyond confused what she had to do with any of this. I wanted to take my scalpel and rip him open just so he’d tell me what the fuck was going on. But I wasn’t Fox, and hurting your teammates was generally frowned upon.
“Okay, so she has never met Rafe.”
