He chuckles. “I’m guessing you’re not staying out of trouble,” he says to her. “Not that mouth of yours at least.”
She leans over my desk. “Never, Officer.”
“Seriously, Madison,” I say irritated now. “He’s my damn uncle. That’s just weird, and creepy as shit.”
“He’s your young and very attractive uncle,” she corrects. “How old are you now, Officer Knight?”
He pulls out his wallet and starts digging through it. “Thirty-three.” He tosses me a few bills. “Here . . . You ladies buy some good dinner on me. Anything to keep you girls busy and out of trouble.”
“No, thanks.” I shove his money back at him as he stands up, but he just gives it to Madison instead, knowing that she’ll take it with no problem.
Holding his hand up, Mark pulls out his phone and quickly answers it in a professional tone. “What’s up, Liam? I’m just about to leave my niece’s salon.” He pauses and listens for a second. “Shit. Yeah, I’ll be on my way there. No, I will handle it alone.”
“Is everything alright?” I ask as he puts his phone away and steals a quick glance in the mirror to check out his hair.
“Yeah . . .” He lets out a frustrated breath. “Just some bar fight that I need to go deal with. Nothing new. I get this call at least once a week.”
My heart sinks and the first thing I can think of is Royal’s bar and wonder if something happened there. “And they’re sending you there alone? Is it bad?”
He lifts a brow and starts backing away toward the door with a grin. “Someone’s got to do it. I can handle it. That’s why I’m the cool uncle. You girls be good.”
With that, he turns and rushes out the door, jogging over to his car. Madison leans over her chair and shamelessly watches as he climbs inside and pulls out in a hurry.
She spins around in her chair to face me. “Damn . . . please tell me how your uncle gets hotter each time I see him? Did he get a new tattoo too?”
I nod my head. “Yeah, he did. Now stop thinking about fucking my uncle. Not happening.”
She shrugs her shoulders. “Well your aunt isn’t around anymore. I’m sure he gets lonely.”
“I’m sure he doesn’t,” I admit. “He’s a young—and from what you say—attractive officer. I’m sure he does fine.”
“A girl can dream,” she sighs.
I try to focus on cleaning up my station, but all I can seem to think about is Royal, and that has me wondering if my uncle is headed to Savage & Ink.
“Hey.”
“Yeah.
“Do you think the fight my uncle is going to break up is at Royal’s bar?”
Madison bites her lip and smiles. “Damn, I hope not. I’d like to be there when all that sexiness went down. Just saying . . .”
A part of me wants to text Royal and find out, but I decide against it after his distant attitude this morning. Maybe it’s best if I just forget about him altogether.
Good fucking luck, Avalon. Looks like you’re going to need it . . .
KICKING MY FOOT BEHIND ME, I rest it on the side of the brick building, fighting off thoughts of last night.
Olivia’s birthday is always the hardest for me. It kills me every single time that I have to go to our spot alone, but the thing that scared me more than anything was the fact that having Avalon with me eased just a small bit of that pain that was crushing my damn heart.
She has a way of getting to me unlike anyone else, and the more I’m around her the more I see it. Then she had to go and test me last night. I wanted nothing more than to fuck her into oblivion and bury myself so deep inside her pussy that she’d never be satisfied with another man touching her.
There’s two reasons why that’s the last thing that I should fucking do. One: my asshole brother has already been there. Two: I can’t give her more than one night and the thought of only having her once is not enough.
I stick my cigarette between my lips, releasing it with my hand and take a long needed drag. I’m on edge today, and if I don’t relax soon I’m going to lose my shit on the next fucker that even breathes in my direction.
Blaine rounds the corner and pulls a smoke out of his pocket, taking a spot next to me against the building. “I just heard some shit, man. You’re not going to like this.”
I grab my cigarette and pull it away from my lips, exhaling. “Then don’t fucking tell me,” I say stiffly. “I can’t handle shit right now, man.”
“It’s about that dipshit Brian.”
My ears instantly perk up at the sound of that fucker’s name. “I’m listening.”
Huffing, he shakes his head and stomps out his smoke. “I was tatting the back of Gage’s big ass dome when Pete started running his fucking mouth, saying that fucktard was coming back to town next week. His ass stopped talking as soon as he saw me listening. Fuck! I walked away so I wouldn’t scare his ass off before you got to him.”
My heart starts racing as adrenaline pumps through my body, my blood boiling. I’m fucking heated. There’s nothing I want more right now than to rip that fucker’s heart out and feed it to him.
Tossing my cigarette down, I crack my neck and breathe in deeply, preparing for the explosion that I know is coming. “Yeah. Well this motherfucker better be ready to talk, ‘cause his ass ain’t going nowhere until he does.”
Brushing past Blaine I rush inside the bar, stopping at the door to look around for Pete’s dirty ass.
“Fuck,” he mutters and stands up from the bar when our eyes meet. He points at me. “Blaine is a little bitch. He has no idea what he heard. He’s been smoking reefer all fucking morning.”
“Is that fucking right?” Anger overtakes any rational thought that I have left and before I know it, I’m rushing at Pete, flipping over the table in front of me, sending beer and shot glasses flying everywhere.
One of the guys from his MC tries stepping in front of me, but I pull out my knife, flipping it around and holding the blade to his throbbing neck.
His fists clench at his sides, but he steps away, keeping his eyes on me the whole time.
“Put that shit away, because I’m not telling you shit about my cousin.” Pete stands up straight, tensing his jaw as I slide my knife away. I don’t plan on using the shit unless I have to. I won’t hesitate to kill a motherfucker for the lives I’ve lost.
Stopping in front of him, I swing my elbow out hard, connecting it with his jaw. Then I grab the back of his head, slamming it into the side of the bar.
I rotate my shoulders in anger as I look down at him, waiting for him to get up. “You’re not going to tell me shit, huh, Pete?”
Standing up, he looks down at the blood on his leather vest, before wiping his thumb under his nose. “Fuck you. You really want to do this?”
He swings out, his fist connecting with my nose. With all the adrenaline pumping through me, I don’t feel shit.
I wipe my nose off and tilt my head, tensing my jaw at him. I no longer give a shit about anything. That’s not a good thing for him. I don’t give a shit who he rides with.
Grabbing him by the jacket, I throw him across the top of the pool table, before wrapping my arm around his neck and squeezing as hard as I can without killing the fucker.
He grabs at my arm, fighting me off, before reaching for a ball and attempting to swing it at the side of my head. I dodge it and swing my right elbow into his nose twice, before releasing him.
“I called the cops,” a woman yells out from the door, holding her phone up for us to see.
I nod my head at Blaine. “Get her the fuck out of here.”
Blaine shakes his head at the woman and backs her out of the door, shutting it behind her. Then he leans against it. “Proceed, brother.”