Retribution: A Motorcycle Club Romance by Sienna Valentine Page B
Authors: Sienna Valentine
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saw the stranger look up for just a moment and again, like before,
his face softened just a touch when their eyes met. She took that as a sign
that maybe he liked what he was looking at.
The door to the bar swung open again,
and Eva heard the approach of multiple footsteps at once. Her heart dropped
when she saw the familiar leather coats and dangerous faces of the Latino
strangers who had threatened her before. She froze. The blood drained from her
face.
When her gaze flicked back to Will,
she saw something come over him, like he was reading the thoughts on her face.
His back straightened, and the lines from his face disappeared as his
expression became a blank slate of coldness. Something dark erupted in his
eyes.
Oh, Christ, thought
Eva. Was this Will’s cue to attack? Was he with them, after all?
From her left, she heard Charlie call
out obliviously, “Afternoon, guys. What can I get you?”
Her eyes stayed fixed on the men as
one of them stalked over to the farmers’ table and suddenly slapped the
half-empty beer pitcher into one of their laps.
“Closing time, gentlemen! If you
would be so kind as to collect your shit and get the fuck out of our bar ,”
shouted the man with the close-cropped hair, exaggerating every word and
syllable.
The men groused and leapt from their
seats, only to be shoved harshly for the door with cruel hands and threats of
broken bones. The old barfly near the poker machine didn’t wait to be told; he lurched
off his stool and bee-lined out the front door and into the sun. The man with
the bun walked up to the bar.
“What the fuck do you think you’re
doing?!” yelled Charlie, his arms up.
Eva held a white-knuckled grip on her
book as she watched the man in the bun approach Will from behind. She waited
for him to clap a trusting hand on his back, call him by name.
Instead, the man in the bun put one
of his arms on the bar on Will’s left side. He leaned in to give Will the same
threats the others had received.
“Did you hear that, asshole? Get on
your fucking feet,” the man in the bun growled right near Will’s face.
In a flash, Will turned into an
animal. He held the man’s wrist steady with one hand and lifted his thick,
half-full stein glass with the other. The heavy stein came crushing down on the
man’s forearm, filling the room with the sound of snapping bones and painful
screams.
The man in the bun grabbed his broken
arm to his chest and stumbled backwards into the wall and over a table only a
few feet from where Eva sat. She leapt to her feet and scrambled out of the
way, scared he would try and hurt her in revenge, but he only writhed on the
floor, screaming in Spanish.
Breathing hard, Eva looked up. Will
was on his feet, a deadly coldness in his eyes as he turned to face the other
thug. Even though the Latino man had height and weight on him, Will looked like
twice the force, standing there with his back straight as an arrow, his broad
shoulders puffed out. He waited like a patient viper until the thug took a
heavy swing at him. Will ducked quickly beneath the punch and came back up with
his own, straight into the man’s nose. Blood gushed from the wound almost
instantly and the thug howled in pain.
“You picked the wrong fucking bar,”
said Will quietly to the man as he stumbled, bleeding, trying to fumble for the
door. Will turned and grabbed the collar of the man on the floor and yanked him
harshly to his feet. The man howled in pain, spitting at him and calling him
terrible things. He pushed and shoved both of the injured men, one after the
other, until he had them both out the front door and disappeared from sight. Eva
and Charlie could only stand, frozen and staring, completely overwhelmed.
After a few tense moments, Will came
back in, yelling at them with a fury that Eva had never heard from anyone. Even
though it wasn’t directed at her, it terrified her just the same. “You
his face softened just a touch when their eyes met. She took that as a sign
that maybe he liked what he was looking at.
The door to the bar swung open again,
and Eva heard the approach of multiple footsteps at once. Her heart dropped
when she saw the familiar leather coats and dangerous faces of the Latino
strangers who had threatened her before. She froze. The blood drained from her
face.
When her gaze flicked back to Will,
she saw something come over him, like he was reading the thoughts on her face.
His back straightened, and the lines from his face disappeared as his
expression became a blank slate of coldness. Something dark erupted in his
eyes.
Oh, Christ, thought
Eva. Was this Will’s cue to attack? Was he with them, after all?
From her left, she heard Charlie call
out obliviously, “Afternoon, guys. What can I get you?”
Her eyes stayed fixed on the men as
one of them stalked over to the farmers’ table and suddenly slapped the
half-empty beer pitcher into one of their laps.
“Closing time, gentlemen! If you
would be so kind as to collect your shit and get the fuck out of our bar ,”
shouted the man with the close-cropped hair, exaggerating every word and
syllable.
The men groused and leapt from their
seats, only to be shoved harshly for the door with cruel hands and threats of
broken bones. The old barfly near the poker machine didn’t wait to be told; he lurched
off his stool and bee-lined out the front door and into the sun. The man with
the bun walked up to the bar.
“What the fuck do you think you’re
doing?!” yelled Charlie, his arms up.
Eva held a white-knuckled grip on her
book as she watched the man in the bun approach Will from behind. She waited
for him to clap a trusting hand on his back, call him by name.
Instead, the man in the bun put one
of his arms on the bar on Will’s left side. He leaned in to give Will the same
threats the others had received.
“Did you hear that, asshole? Get on
your fucking feet,” the man in the bun growled right near Will’s face.
In a flash, Will turned into an
animal. He held the man’s wrist steady with one hand and lifted his thick,
half-full stein glass with the other. The heavy stein came crushing down on the
man’s forearm, filling the room with the sound of snapping bones and painful
screams.
The man in the bun grabbed his broken
arm to his chest and stumbled backwards into the wall and over a table only a
few feet from where Eva sat. She leapt to her feet and scrambled out of the
way, scared he would try and hurt her in revenge, but he only writhed on the
floor, screaming in Spanish.
Breathing hard, Eva looked up. Will
was on his feet, a deadly coldness in his eyes as he turned to face the other
thug. Even though the Latino man had height and weight on him, Will looked like
twice the force, standing there with his back straight as an arrow, his broad
shoulders puffed out. He waited like a patient viper until the thug took a
heavy swing at him. Will ducked quickly beneath the punch and came back up with
his own, straight into the man’s nose. Blood gushed from the wound almost
instantly and the thug howled in pain.
“You picked the wrong fucking bar,”
said Will quietly to the man as he stumbled, bleeding, trying to fumble for the
door. Will turned and grabbed the collar of the man on the floor and yanked him
harshly to his feet. The man howled in pain, spitting at him and calling him
terrible things. He pushed and shoved both of the injured men, one after the
other, until he had them both out the front door and disappeared from sight. Eva
and Charlie could only stand, frozen and staring, completely overwhelmed.
After a few tense moments, Will came
back in, yelling at them with a fury that Eva had never heard from anyone. Even
though it wasn’t directed at her, it terrified her just the same. “You
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