“We’ll keep you safe, Bunny. Now get to work,” Drake said with a nod at Magic, who was caught between rescuing me and saving Diesel. Alice was giving Diesel a dire look, and her hands were clenched on a tray, and it was half lifted.
“Shit, better save Diesel before Alice brains him.” I gasped and scurried away. Shotgun chuckled just as I caught Alice swinging the tray back to whack Diesel around his smug face. That kiss of his had really unsettled her!
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Dakota turned up a few hours later, his leg sticking out with the cast, but he still rode his bike here. Rooster and Big Al followed him in, both bitching loudly. It was the first time Dakota had been off Hellfire since the rescue, and there were many back slaps and calls for the hero of the hour. Dakota rolled his eyes as he sat on a barstool and lifted his leg. Magic eyed him sternly, and Dakota dropped his leg.
“You can sit there and put your leg up,” Magic said, pointing to an armchair that had been dragged to a table. Dakota looked at it with horror and then back at Magic, who folded his arms in warning.
“Thanks,” Dakota muttered as he hobbled over to it. To be honest, it wasn’t a bad idea. There was a footstool Dakota could rest his leg on, and he had somewhere comfortable to sit for hours. The good news was it was at a large table so brothers could come and go, which they did. The night was so busy Alice, and I never got a break, and we worked hard.
“Wish these onlookers would fuck off,” Magic grumbled, looking annoyed.
“Surely, they should die down soon?” I asked.
“They’re only here because of Pyro, Logan, and they are wannabe bikers. Or in some instances… get your fucking hands off my waitress now!” Magic bellowed and rounded the bar with fury. I spun on the spot and saw a man had grabbed Alice and was groping her ass. Before Magic reached her, a fist came out of nowhere and knocked the guy straight off his chair. Alice shrieked as a set of hands picked her up, carried her to the bar, and lifted her over. Inglorious grinned cheekily before heading to Diesel, who was towering over the asshole who’d groped Alice.
“No touching the waitresses!” Diesel roared, and silence fell. Without a word, bikers rose to their feet and closed together. The other half of the customers stared open-mouthed.
“Dude, it was just an ass touch!” one idiot defended his buddy. Phoe pushed her way through the crowd and stood in front of the one who’d spoken. Wickedly smiling, her hand shot out and groped his groin, and then Phoe smirked. “What the fuck was that?” the guy shouted.
“Hey, it was only a dick grab,” Phoe taunted. She wore her Hellfire cut, proudly proclaiming her to be a member of Hellfire MC.
“I’m married; you can’t touch my cock; that’s sexual assault!” the twat spluttered. Behind him, Tati approached with narrowed eyes. Tati ran her hand over his ass and squeezed. The guy jumped and moved away.
“What the hell are you doing?” he said.
“Stay down,” Diesel warned the guy on the floor. The man sank back to his elbows.
“Hey, it was just an ass grab. That’s okay, right? Because your asshole buddy just grabbed Alice’s butt. So, by his own actions, we can treat you like meat,” Tati spat. The idiot looked at Phoe and Tati.
“That’s sexual assault,” he muttered.
“So’s what your friend did to my waitress. Now you wanna make something of it, boy!” Magic yelled, hauling the guy to his feet. The other three men rose to their feet, but I knew they would not defend their friends. The wall of bikers in front of them warned them not to.
“He meant nothing by it,” the man continued arguing.
“That’s okay; neither did we then,” Phoe sniped as Drake furiously pushed his way through the crowd.
“Why the fuck are you thrusting your cock into my wife’s hand?” Drake demanded, and I choked on a laugh. Drake’s face was sheer fury, and the guy flinched.
“Dude, your wife grabbed my dick of her own accord.”
“My wife was teaching you a lesson, and had you not been a fuckwad; you’d have learned it. How’d it feel when my wife grabbed your dick or Tati your ass? Violated? Annoyed? Well, that’s how Alice felt when your buddy groped her against her will. Now fuck off. This is a biker bar, not a fuckin’ yuppie bar,” Drake growled. The guy on the floor went to move, but Diesel put a booted foot over his throat.
“I hear you ever touch a woman in disrespect again. You’ll be pissing through your ass. Hear me?” Diesel warned.
“Baby, you wash your fuckin’ hands before touching me.” Drake sniped his eyes on the five men. Phoe chuckled despite Drake’s ire.
“Tati, you too. You know you ain’t getting the goodies with another man on your hands,” Big Al rumbled. The two women left laughing and giggling, shooting looks over their shoulders.
“We’re leaving,” one man who’d stayed silent said.
“Too damn right you are. Now fuck off, as I mentioned, this is a biker bar, and you ain’t fuckin’ bikers,” Magic roared. A quarter of the customers headed for the exit without a word. The rest sat, but there was an uneasy feeling in the air, not helped by the bikers’ vibes.
“Monkey sex!” a voice shrieked, and Artemis launched herself at Ace. “That’s some shit hot testosterone, baby!” Alice and I laughed as Ace suddenly looked beleaguered.
“I’d planned a peaceful night,” Ace complained, but I saw the wicked glint in his eye.