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“Tell your stupid bitches to stay home. Or they won’t make it back next time.” Sonny’s commanding tone had all the hairs on Avery’s body standing on end.
She had no doubt he meant every word.
Kingston and Galen slowly made their way to the exit and left. Avery let out a sigh of relief as she lowered her gun and turned to Sonny.
Unlike a lot of bikers, Sonny’s black hair was shaved in a buzzcut. He didn’t have a beard either. Just a permanent five o’clock shadow that edged a two-inch scar along his cheekbone. The scar amplified his intense demeanor and drew the eye to his pale blue eyes and chiseled profile. With a nose that had been broken a time (or two), the man wasn’t beautiful, but he had presence, an air of authority that couldn’t be denied.
“You’re late,” Avery snapped as she checked the safety on the gun, then placed it on the bar top.
“I’m right on time, you fucking brat. Now where’s my thank you for saving your sorry ass?” Sonny demanded as he drew closer, his swagger and smirk full of cocky arrogance.
The man was an asshole, but he sure filled out a pair of jeans just right.
Focus Avery…
Avery tore her eyes away from his long frame as he got closer, towering over her. Her five eight was no match for his six three.
“I was handling the situation just fine.”
“Sure. That’s why you texted me and Jackson. And why you were one second away from blowing up the bar.”
“I fired one warning shot,” Avery bit out, hands on her hips. “Speaking of which, it better not have made too much damage.”
She turned on her heel and scoured the entryway. The shot had peppered the front wall with holes that would need to be fixed but it wasn’t that bad. Just another item on her growing to-do list.
“You need to watch your mouth with guys like Kingston. You should know better.”
“I know plenty. Take your own advice and get gone,” she snapped and pulled her hair out of the knot, letting it tumble down her back.
A throbbing was building in her head, a headache set to let loose. She needed a quiet, dark room and silence.
“I’m the owner and manager of this place and your dad’s second in command. Don’t ever tell me what to do,” Sonny demanded, his eyes cold and unyielding.
“Maybe if you acted like a manager I wouldn’t have to chase after you. The bar ain’t gonna run itself.”
Avery knew the last words hit a nerve as soon as they left her mouth. She backed up against the bar as Sonny moved in quick, like a hungry wolf stalking his prey. Her back hit the bar rail, Sonny caging her, his forearm muscles tensing.
She met his gaze head on, her breath catching as his intense blue fire burned into her. Instead of fear, something hotter and much more dangerous sparked in her blood. He leaned in closer, his mouth teasing her ear.
“Don’t test my patience, Avery. You know what kind of man I am,” he whispered hotly, and she couldn’t control the shiver that wracked her body.
He leaned back but the heat in his eyes was banked. Maybe she had imagined it.
“Close up the bar and go home.”
Before Avery could respond, a familiar voice yelled out. “You guys all right?”
Jackson.
Jackson sauntered in, running a hand through his long, dark hair. “I passed two Death Riders on my way here, and I don’t see any blood trail, so I assume all’s good?”
“Everything’s under control,” Avery responded as she looked at Sonny.
Her heart rate was anything but.
SONNY
THE NEXT MORNING
