“Dream on, TwatKnot.” Her snarky words both hit a nerve and turn me on, all at the same time. That’s a fucking first.
“Dreaming about me already, Cora? I’m flattered.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I don’t fuck bikers, man bun.”
“That’s oddly specific, seeing as you don’t even know me. And I don’t remember asking you to fuck me, but now that you mention it…”
“Jesus, you’re an asshole, all of you. You come in like you own the joint, fuck up and fuck around what you can’t shake off, then leave to go home to your women like nothing ever happened. I’m not interested in that bullshit, so you can ride your bike out of my fucking town.”
“Ouch.” I slam my hand over my heart. “That was harsh.” She’s feisty, and I’ll be damned, I like that.
“I’m sure your harem will kiss your boo boos.” She passes a customer’s beer over my head and takes his cash. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get back to work.” She stalks away without so much as a single glance back in my direction.
What the fuck just happened?
CORA
I grabthe guy's wrist and yank his hand up, jamming it between his shoulder blades and shoving him toward the door.
“Fuckin’ bitch,” he spits, struggling only slightly out of fear that his arm may snap in two. “Let me go.”
“You’re done here, Frank. You touch the girls, you’re out.” The crowd spreads like the red sea as I shove him through.
“You ain’t no fuckin’ girl, ya fat cunt. Get your hands off me!”
“Hey,” somebody snarls, but I don’t pay them any mind. I can take care of this asshole myself.
I yank his arm up farther, knowing that if I were to pull it up just a little higher, something would definitely snap. I can feel it. “Should’ve thought about that before you put your hand on my tit. You’re lucky I don’t call the police and charge you with sexual assault.”
“Fuck you!”
I use his body to push through the main double doors and shove him forward as I release his arm. “Not if you were the last man on the planet. Now go, and don’t come back.”
Frank's arms whirl and spin, but it’s too late. He lands on the front step, his hands coming out just in time to keep his face from smashing off the wood.
I don’t wait around to hear what he has to say about that.
Pulling the door closed behind me, I turn, feeling my cheeks flame as the room erupts into cheers, wolf whistles, and laughter.
“You show him, baby.”
“Badass bitch right there.”
“Wouldn’t want to mess with you, honey.”
I make my way back to the bar, embarrassed, but laughing as everyone gets in their congratulations. Frank is a local, but he’s always causing problems. He’s been caught groping girls many times in this bar alone, but this was the first time he’d gained enough liquid courage to dare touch me.
A tall man with the name Priest sewn onto his leather cut leans across the bar and shoves a five-dollar bill into my tip jar. “You don’t mess around, do ya, sweetheart?”
I grab him another bottle of Budweiser from the fridge. “Not when assholes like that think they can put their hands where they’re not wanted. You can either get eaten alive, or be the bigger predator.”
With a grin, Priest tips the bottle toward me. “Respect.”
TK comes up behind him and pushes his way forward. He opens his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it. “Another prissy Skinny Bitch for the big bad biker?”
He grins wide. “You’re one mean ass woman, you know that? Why do you gotta cut me like that? I’m a payin’ customer.”
I can’t contain my smile as I prepare his odd beverage choice and place it on the bar top in front of him.