Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
When I returned with his drink, I set it down in front of him and turned to leave. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back around. The instant he touched me, it felt like my skin was crawling. Everything inside me rebelled at the contact. His hand hurt my arm, his strength bruising my flesh. I had to bite my lip to keep from giving him the satisfaction of crying out.
“When I tell you I want something, you drop everything else and get it! You get me?”
“Let me go.” I kept my voice level, but inside I was screaming. I wanted to jerk away, to run as hard as I could in the other direction. But I knew from experience that fighting back when I couldn’t win would only encourage a bully. I should have kept silent, but I hated his touch so much, the words slipped out before I could stop them.
He sneered at me. “I’ll let you go when I’m damned well good and ready.” He pulled me roughly to him. Even sitting, he was nearly as tall as I was. And probably two hundred pounds heavier. “Little whore. You been teasin’ me since the first time you saw me. Tonight, you’re gonna put out.”
“Let me go. Now.” That was another thing I’d learned in prison. You put up or shut up. Once I’d set a boundary, I had to follow through or this would never end. And this guy would get what he wanted.
He squeezed my arm harder, this time standing and pulling me against him. “You’ll get under that fuckin’ table and suck my fuckin’ dick like the good little whore you are, or I’ll carry you outa here and we’ll all have a fuckin’ go.”
His buddies laughed and clinked beer bottles like it was one big party. There was no way I could keep these guys from doing whatever they wanted unless someone came to my rescue. Which this guy had obviously planned for. It was a dark corner fairly close to the door. All he had to do was get me outside before anyone noticed. Assuming anyone cared. But I had the feeling the guys from Bones might take exception to anyone outside their territory taking an employee out of their bar. That’s the way it was in prison. Bones may not claim me as one of their own, but they would absolutely not allow another gang to disrupt their business or mess with their employees. At least, that’s what I was counting on.
The second the words were out of his mouth, my hand shot between his legs and grabbed his crotch. I squeezed his balls as hard as I could, thankful he’d grabbed my left arm and not my right. He gave a strangled cry and doubled over, letting go of my arm, trying to pry my fingers loose but unable to do more than weakly tug at my wrist. I squeezed just that little bit tighter, putting every ounce of strength I had into hanging on and tugging with a sharp jerk. The big guy fell to his knees and I let go, stepping back quickly. I gripped my heavy serving tray in both hands, bringing it back like I was readying myself to hit him with it even as I continued to back away.
I bumped into someone and a big palm landed on my shoulder. I thought I was in big trouble, but the hand pulled me back gently, and a huge guy stepped in front of me, putting himself between me and the three men at the table.
“There a problem here?”
“Yeah, there’s a fuckin’ problem! Bitch threw herself at me, then tried to back out. Tried to crush my fuckin’ balls for no fuckin’ reason!”
“In my experience, women like Cotton don’t put their hands on men like you willingly.” Oh, my God! Could this night get any worse? The man who’d come to my rescue was Chase Dutton. I knew he was a member of Bones, but I tried to stay away from him as much as I could. It was no secret his brother was a police officer and the last thing I wanted was to have another set of eyes on me. I had no idea why Pops and Cain had hired me, but I didn’t want any complications in case they changed their mind.
“Why, you son of a bitch!”
The big guy lunged at Chase, but Chase simply caught him by the throat, pulling a gun and bringing it to the man’s temple in one smooth move. The second the barrel touched his head, Chase cocked it.
“No one touches the servers. Especially when they don’t want it.”
“But she --” He was cut off when Chase brought the butt of the gun down on his head once before putting the barrel back to his temple. The guy’s knees threatened to buckle, but he kept his footing. Barely.