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After taking a sip from my soda, I ran my gaze over the one who’d spoken.

“Let me guess… you’ll last the whole eight seconds.”

His buddy choked on a laugh until the one who’d spoken turned on him with a frown. Before either one could say another word, I slipped from the table, leaving my half empty soda behind. This situation could rapidly turn ugly, and it was simply easier for me to move along.

“I suggest you go find some other lady to focus your attention on. I’m not interested.”

With that, I turned away and headed to the bathroom. I hoped once I was out of sight, they’d move on to bother someone else.

Seemed all my plans were going to shit tonight because when I came out, they were waiting for me in the dimly lit hallway.

The one who’d tried to buy me a drink spoke up. “We weren’t done talking when you walked away, sweets. That was just plain rude. Don’t you think, Bob?”

“Yeah, Billy. Downright hurt my feelings.”

I rolled my eyes again. I was being accosted by Billy and Bob. For real. I couldn’t make this shit up. With a shake of my head, I went to move past them, praying they were all hat and no cattle.

Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, pinning me against Bob’s front. Bile rose up my throat as his erection pressed against my ass, but I refused to show these two any fear. And after already having dealt with Royce’s bullshit, I was not in the mood to tolerate any from these two bastards.

I would not go quietly to the slaughter. I might look all sweet and harmless, but I wasn’t completely without defenses. Mac, one of the newer members of the Charon MC, had started self-defense classes for women a year or so ago at the local gym. I’d gone to a few of them, feeling better that I might be able to defend myself should something like this ever happen. It was looking like I’d get to test out what I’d learned tonight.

Deciding that if I could attract some attention from those out in the main bar area, these two creeps might decide I was more trouble than I was worth. I parted my lips to scream but before any sound came out, Billy slammed his hand over my mouth.

“Don’t go making this harder that it has to be, sweets. Come willingly and we’ll let you have a little fun too.”

My gut churned at what they intended to do, while my eyes stung from the stench of his breath. Refusing to panic, I forced my mind to calm as I took in everything I could about my attackers. Bob was still behind me, restraining me, and since I could feel his breath moving my hair, I knew he was close enough for me to head-butt if I was quick enough. Then, if I could land a kick to Billy’s groin before he realized what I was doing, I might be able to break free and run the hell away from the pair of them. But I couldn’t do any of that while Billy’s hand was pressed tightly against my mouth.

When a plan formed in my mind on how to get him to release his grip, hope bloomed inside me. I just might have a chance at getting out of this. Considering the alternative was to let these two drag me out through the back exit so they could do their worst, anything was worth a shot at this point.

Quickly, I opened my mouth until I could take some of his flesh between my teeth, then I bit down. Hard. I was careful to not break his skin. I had no clue what a creep like this would have running in his veins, but I knew I didn’t want it in me.

When Billy pulled away with a curse, I threw my head back, ignoring the flare of pain as I connected with Bob’s face. A grin stretched my lips at the satisfying crunch of bone that I hoped was the asshole’s nose breaking. Bob released me but before I could kick out at Billy, he back-handed me across the face with enough force it spun me into the wall. Stars flickered across my vision.

With a growl, I pushed away from the wall to face the men. Bob was bawling like a toddler as he tentatively touched his clearly broken nose. Unlike his buddy, Billy looked like a bull ready to charge out the gate as his furious gaze swung between his friend and me. That was one majorly pissed-off redneck that I now had to deal with.

He was too far away for me to reach with a kick or punch, but he was still blocking the hallway that led to the main area of the bar. I needed to get him to either give up and go away or come closer. Doubting there was anything at this point that would have him throwing in the towel, I weighed my options.

Running away would just have him chasing me, and since he was so much taller, he’d catch me in no time. With him blocking the path to the main bar, I’d have to run out the rear exit, which wasn’t a good plan at all. So, I really only had one option—fighting my way free. That meant I needed him to come closer. He was already so damn mad, I didn’t think it would take much to push him over the edge to have him coming at me with all rage and no plan.

“Why don’t you both just go walk this one off? You misjudged me as an easy target when I’m not. Keep this shit up and you’ll both be going home knowing a little bit of a girl kicked your asses.”

The way he squinted, clenching his hands into fists, had me thinking this plan was going the same way as all my others had for tonight, but it was way too late for second thoughts. Not that they’d left me with any other choice. Clenching my own fists and raising them up, ready to defend myself, I prayed I would make it out of this mess alive.


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