you really doing that if you side with the Outlaws?”
“I never said I sided with them.”
“You didn’t have to. Your father may be the sheriff around these parts, but people talk. His dealings have been questionable.”
“Are you trying to insinuate something?” I asked, attempting to control the annoyance and anger that was surging through my veins.
“I’m just saying. Unlike Detroit, this is a small town and people talk. The last thing you want is to be the focus of those conversations.”
“And, why would that be?”
Reed pulled into the parking lot of Mikey’s bar, and threw the car into park. “You have a good reputation. I wouldn’t want to see it ruined. Now, let’s go get this taken care of.”
There was a lot he was saying in between the lines, but I didn’t have time to dissect his sentences, and figure out exactly what that was. Reed got out of the car, just as the door flew open and two men stumbled out into the parking lot in a mess of fists and grunts.
“Police!” Reed yelled, but the guys could give two shits about us. They were too lost in their own world, trying to claim victory.
I holstered my gun, because I had no intention of shooting anyone tonight, and went in. I knew self-defense, but more than that, I knew how to bring a grown man to his knees. I just needed to find my spot and make my move.
The men yelled about a Tanya, and I assumed it was the curly hair blonde who was in the doorway screaming for them to stop.
The guy in the red flannel shirt shoved the guy in the black t-shirt, and flannel shirt guy went flying through the bar door. Tanya let out a high-pitched squeak as she dove out of the way.
“Marcus, you stop this right now!” she demanded, but Marcus wasn’t having any of it. He went right back into the bar, and Reed and I jumped into action. Hopefully, Marcus would have it out of his system and we could gain control of the situation.
Reed and I made our move right as Marcus swung his hand back to strike. Reed grabbed his arm, and snapped a cuff on it, while I shoved the other guy to the opposite side of the bar. Blood dripped from a cut beneath his eye, and the swelling was starting. Tomorrow, he would feel like he was hit by a wall.
Reed lost control, and Marcus charged again, just as my guy raised his fist. Hot, searing pain shot through my eye and into my head, causing me to stumble back. That son of a bitch just hit me! It wasn’t on purpose, but that didn’t matter.
“Enough!” I yelled, throwing my hands out and making a human barrier between the two meatheads. “Reed, cuff him and do it right this time!”
“Ma’am, I’m sorry. You just got in the way.”
“Shut up!” I said, grabbing my assailant’s wrists, and bringing them behind his back.
“You have the right to remain silent,” I said and finished reading off the Miranda rights before the pain in my eye made me forget them completely.
“You okay?” Reed asked.
“Fine. Take their statements while I put this one in the car.” I grabbed the guy that slammed his fist into my face, and urged him toward the door. When we got to the car, I put my hand on his head, so his drunk ass wouldn’t smack it. “You can sleep it off down at the station tonight.” Before he could say anything else, I slammed the door and headed back inside.
I spent the next ten minutes speaking to Tanya and a few others, trying to get the whole story. Apparently, Marcus is the jealous type and didn’t like the fact that Randy sat down at the bar next to Tanya. Especially since Marcus already suspected them of having an affair. Not that Tanya denied it. According to everyone in the bar, Marcus was a good guy and Tanya and her games fueled his jealousy issues. I didn’t care about their personal lives. I just wanted to know what started the fight. So, once I got the information, I went to meet Reed in the parking lot since he had taken Marcus out to the car.
Tanya called out to me, as I pushed the door
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