Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
My guys thank fuck, followed suit and that's why they were my guys, they use their heads. After the waitress had gotten about halfway through, this chick Samantha came over to the table, fuck, I'd forgotten all about her trifling ass, no we'd never fucked but she always gave it her best shot whenever we came through.
There's no guessing how many bikers she'd spread for, I'm not into overplowed fields. Anyway this Samantha chick, ( and the only reason I remember her name is because it was on a tag on her shirt ) came over and told the first one that she was taking over. I saw the crestfallen look on the younger girls' face.
"Hello Lyon, long time no see."
"Miss." I inclined my head.
"Ooh are we playing shy because we have a new chickie?"
The volume at the table went down and not surprisingly the sisters all sat forward in their seats. Katarina was busy picking at the bread in the basket.
"Something I can do for you?"
"You know what you can do for me, what you could always do for me big boy." She laughed suggestively and went to put her hand on my shoulder. A small wrist flew by my face from the other side and Katarina grasped her hand and threw it off. "This one's taken move it along."
Oh fuck me, I don't want to drop this bitch but I will if she even looks like she's going to retaliate.
"Excuse me little girl?"
"I've got your little girl swinging." Angel fucking growled that shit at her.
The fuck, it wouldn't be cool to laugh right now, besides the whole crew plus their women were already howling with laughter, I needed to head this shit off before it got out of hand. Oops, too late.
Now why would you pick a fight with a person who is sitting with forty or so other people, when any one of those people if not all of them might be willing to beat your ass down in a heartbeat, but that's just what this chick did, she took a glass of water and threw it in Angel's face.
Now I'm pissed, Jared was closest to us as usual so he was the one who tried to stop me.
"Remember the code bro, you can't go there."
"Fuck the code that's my fucking woman." I threw his arm off as the others got up from their seats but he held me down by the shoulder.
"You can't man besides..." He broke off as we both turned to watch Katarina literally jump over the table, I guess all those damn stunts she's been doing paid off. Samantha the clueless didn't know what to do when five foot two of fireball landed in her chest. I gave some serious thought as to how far I should let things go before jumping in but then thought better of it.
I stood up and went to get my hellcat, by now the other patrons were peeping around the door at all the racket. Angel was using Samantha's head to pound nails into the floor, or at least that's what it looked like.
My men were no help as they and their women egged on their champ and the first waitress was grinning from ear to ear. The manager soon came running over to see what the fuck was going on but before he could say anything the waitress whose name was Angela spoke up.
"She started it, she threw water in the customer's face, she was just defending herself."
"That's it Samantha you've been warned now it's time to take action, sir, ma'am, I'm very sorry about this, lunch is on the house." He wrung his hands together probably thinking we were either gonna sue his ass or tear his place apart.
"That won't be necessary sir, we're fine but thanks for the offer." I used a cloth napkin to clean up Katarina's face while the way beyond embarrassed Samantha struggled to her feet.
"Well let me at least buy a round of drinks for the table."
"We're drinking light my friend, sodas and juice."
"Well then sodas and juice on the house, Samntha you're fired."
My obnoxious crew set up a round of applause, Jared and Tommy picked Angel up on their shoulders and walked her around the room while she folded her fist and fist pumped the air.
"Get down from there you ham." I reached up and took her down.
"Damn Angel you're a feisty little scrapper aren't you, maybe I will do you in the bathroom."
She grinned at me and I put her back in her seat. Pamela came over and cleaned up the spilt water and set the table back to rights. The manager trying to save face sent over platters of wings and mozzarella sticks for appetizers and I got my baby some chicken fingers to munch on until her food came.