Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“I was just thinking you two could really hit it off.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I don’t know. I just thought since you’re a nice guy, and she’s...”
“Make no mistake, Lowe. I’m not a nice guy,” I warned. “Lisa can do far better than me, and she knows it.”
“I don’t know. If you ask me, she seems pretty interested.”
I didn’t respond. There wasn’t any reason to. I knew Marlowe had good intentions, but I wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. Lisa came back over, smiling ear to ear as she placed my drink on the counter. “Let me know if I can get you anything else.”
“Thanks, Lisa.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Lisa gave me a flirty smile, then turned and went back to work. I was about to get up to do my rounds when someone walked up behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Rafe. I could tell just by looking at the expression on Marlowe’s face. Her lips curled into a warm smile as she said, “I wasn’t expecting you to come by tonight.”
“Not staying long. Need to check in with Menace, and then we’re headed back.” Rafe eased forward and gave Marlowe a brief kiss before asking, “You having a good night?”
“Pretty good.” Marlowe motioned her head towards the empty tables in the corner as she continued, “Kind of slow tonight.”
“It’ll pick up after the game.”
“Yeah, Widow said the same.”
At the mention of my name, Rafe turned his attention to me and asked, “Everything running smooth tonight?”
“So far so good.” I’d barely gotten the words out of my mouth when Country came over and plopped down on the stool next to me. I looked over to him, and then back to Rafe as I mumbled, “Until now.”
“The party has arrived.” Country scanned the room as he chuckled, “And it looks like I arrived just in time.”
“I think that’s my cue to go find Menace.” Rafe gave me a brotherly slap on the shoulder as he turned and started towards the back office. “You three try to stay out of trouble until I get back.”
“What’s the fun in that?” Country snickered.
Rafe didn’t respond. Instead, he just shook his head and continued towards the office. I was taking a drink of my Coke when I overheard Marlowe asking Country about his grandmother Gladys. Marlowe had worked with her down at Crockett’s until Gladys sold the bar and her upstairs apartment. Since she didn’t have another place lined up, she decided to move in with Ada, an older lady the club had watching over our storage lot, and from the sound of it, the two had become instant friends. I was listening to Country tell Marlowe about some big dinner the two had fixed up for him when I noticed a security light flashing outside of one of the VIP rooms—signaling one of our girls was in trouble.
Without stopping to let Country or Marlowe know what was up, I stood and charged towards the room. The second I opened the door, I saw red. One of the assholes who’d been pounding beers with his buddies had our girl Izzy pinned against the wall. Her lip was busted, along with her cheek, and there were red handprints all over her arms. She was trying to push the guy off her, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer. The piece of shit had his hand between her legs, groping her as he mumbled, “Come on, baby. You know you want it.”
“No...I don’t! Get your hands off me!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, I stormed over, grabbed hold of the guy’s shirt, and with one hard tug, I sent him flailing backwards. His back hit the floor with a hard thud. Before the guy had a chance to react, I reared my fist back and slammed it into his jaw. I felt the bones in his face give way. Even though I knew I’d already done major damage, I couldn’t stop myself from plowing into him again and again. There was one thing I couldn’t, wouldn’t, tolerate, and that was a motherfucker putting his hands on a woman. I’d grown up watching my ol’ man use my mom as his own personal punching bag, leaving her black and blue on a weekly basis. Back then, I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Unfortunately for this dickhead, that was no longer the case.
His entire face was a bloody fucking mess. I was pretty sure I’d not only broken his jaw, but his nose as well. For a rational man, that would’ve been enough. They’d see that the guy had gotten what was coming to him, but I wasn’t a rational man—not at times like these. He was lying in a pool of blood when I dropped my hands to his throat, clamping down with all my might as I growled, “I should end your sorry ass right here and now!”