I turned to see Henley stepping in my direction and a guy jumped at him, and the next thing they were brawling and I was trapped between V and some big stranger, so I did the only thing that came to mind. I slammed my knee into his groin, and shoved him as he put all his focus on protecting his junk. He crashed into a chair and hit the floor, and the two guys who’d been guarding the door took a moment to laugh at him, before another one headed in our direction.
“Fucking sluts, think you’re gonna take me down too? I’m not as easy as him.”
I shot a glance in the direction of Henley, and saw him slamming a knee into one guy’s face, while Rocket went crashing down with another, and the third? I couldn’t see him anymore.
“Glory, Glory, back up, dammit!” V had hold of my sweater, dragging me backward, and I balled up my fist, trying to remember what that Jeffrey guy told me. Go for soft areas. Well, that’s what I did to his friend, right?
“I’ll punch you right in the dick!” I yelled at the guy advancing on us, and V barked out a laugh, tugging me back with her, heading for the ladies room.
“Stop! He’ll follow us in!”
V chuckled, still moving. “Well, he probably has no balls, so that makes sense.”
“Cunt!”
Someone grabbed that guy and threw him backward, and I met Rocket’s grinning face before he turned and started fighting the next guy, but where was Henley?
He had his arm around the neck of one guy from behind, and he was laughing.Laughing. We’re in the most dangerous situation ever, and he’s laughing. Sick bastard. Something about the entire situation had me giggling suddenly, and that set off V too.
“Why are we laughing?” She gasped out, and I shook my head at her.
“I have no idea!”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Iwas having thetime of my life, and I know that sounds insane, but these guys were all mouth, and I needed something to get me out of my head. I’d been dealing with intense emotions and worry about Glory for so long, and I wanted to get it all out of me, so I could be what she needed me to be in the future.
Sure, I’d taken a hit to the side of my head that had my ear ringing relentlessly, but it felt good. Sometimes we need a few hard hits to wake us up.
“Oi, fucker, stop crawling away,” I grabbed the guy’s foot and dragged him back. Why the hell was he wussing out when he started all this?
I straddled his back, grabbing his hair in my fist and dragging him up.
“I thought we were just Phoenix pussies, man. You think you’re better than us? You’re not good enough to wipe their asses. You have no idea who you’re fucking with.”
“Cunt, this is just the beginning,” he gritted out, slamming an elbow back at me.Amateur.
I climbed off him, kneeing the back of his head, and stomping on his fingers.
“You wish you were Phoenix material. You’re nothing but the shit they wipe off their shoes.”
I turned to the rest of the brawling men.
“Okay, who’s next?”
That’s when I realised there were more Phoenix cuts among the men, and they were already dragging subdued assholes outside and straightening up the fallen chairs.
Micro was over by the bar, amiably chatting to the landlord.
“You have trouble with them again, give me a call on this number. You’ve got our backup if you need it.”
Nice. Building bridges for the club, good move. I watched Rocket return, smoothing his hair back and straightening his cut. Fucker. I didn’t even bother trying to smooth this fucking prospect crap I was wearing, and know none of those assholes missed that fact. They definitely used it to rile me up.
“Where are the women?”
Rocket pointed to the corner table, where V and Glory were sitting down, giggling at something Stag was saying. Stag?Fuck. Not him.
I headed straight over there, because he was definitely the biker most likely to offend.