Running my hand through my bloody hair, I reach for the nearest beer and slam it back, before tossing it across the room.
“We’re not done, Pete.”
“Fuck off, crazy motherfucker.”
I let out a slightly crazy laugh, while reaching for my knife and rubbing it across my palm, before running my thumb across the blade as he walks away. Maybe the fucker is right. I’m a crazy son of a bitch and I stopped caring a long time ago.
I nod at Blaine to move and wait until Pete is right in front of the door, before throwing the knife as hard as I can and watching as it sticks through the door, grazing his fucking ear.
He grabs his ear and quickly dodges out of the way, cussing as he looks up at the knife. “Fuck! You’ve lost your shit.”
I start walking at him fast, eyeing down his guys on the way to him. Kane, the biggest one, stands up straight and flashes his gun at me. “I’d be careful, Royal. Don’t make me fucking use this. You know I got that asshole’s back no matter what kind of shit he gets in.”
Blaine pushes away from the wall and opens his jacket, flashing two guns, before grabbing his dick. “I’m packing everywhere, motherfucker. Don’t test me.”
Our attention gets drawn away as police sirens blast right outside the door as a warning.
“Fuck!” Blaine yells out. “Everyone be cool.”
Knowing that I’m fucked on getting any info from Pete at the moment, I walk behind the bar and pour a shot of Jack, before slamming it back right as Officer Knight walks through the door.
He turns around and looks at my knife sticking out of the door, before turning to me. “Did you lose something?”
Flexing my jaw, I watch him with distant eyes as I pour another shot and bring it to my lips, just wanting a way to escape.
Mark pulls his eyes away from me and looks around, stopping on Pete when he sees the blood covering his face. “Get the fuck out of here before I have to arrest someone. Shit.”
Pete points at me, while wiping his hand over his face. “Another time.” Then him and his guys gather up their shit and exit the bar, leaving me with a bad taste in my mouth and not just from the blood. I have a feeling they’re going to get in my fucking way when it counts.
Mark examines the messy bar; looking around quietly at the broken glasses and splattered blood, not stopping until we hear Pete and his bitches pull off on their motorcycles.
He just shakes his head in disbelief and walks over to the bar, taking a seat across from me. “Are you shitting me? It’s not even five yet and you’re already throwing knives?”
I slam my empty shot glass down and grip the edge of the bar to keep my shit in check. I want nothing more than to storm out that door and get the info I seek. “What can I say, Officer Knight. I’ve had a shitty fucking day. I wanted to play and have a little fun.”
He leans over the bar to talk quietly, even though the only people that remain are Blaine, two older regulars, and myself; none in which could care less about the drama that just went down. They see that shit and worse, every other week.
“One day it’s not going to be me that they send. It’s going to be some asshole cop trying to be brave and prove a point that puts you in cuffs. Remember that shit before you end up in a cell.”
I release my grip on the bar and stand up straight, rubbing my middle finger over my left eyebrow. “I’m in hell no matter where I’m at,” I say stiffly.
Mark gives me a somewhat sympathetic look and stands up to leave. “Just don’t make me come back here again today. I’m going to get my ass handed to me if I don’t take someone with me next time. Got it?”
I lift a brow at him. “You know it, Officer.”
He turns to walk away.
“Hey.”
He stops walking and turns around.
“How’s the new ink?”
Smiling, he lifts his arm, showing off the eagle I put there last week. “It’s as good as it was when you put it there.”
I nod my head. “Alright. See you in a few weeks for the next one?”
He laughs. “No one’s better than you. That’s why you better keep your ass on the outside world. I can’t finish this sleeve with you behind bars, taking out every asshole that looks in your direction.”
I give him a half-ass smile. It’s about all I can manage right now. “Good. Now get the fuck out of my bar.”
“On it. I’ve got other shit to do anyway. Real criminals to deal with.”
Blaine pats him on the back and nods at him as he walks past him and out the door.
He waits a few seconds before turning to me and pulling out a cigarette. “What the fuck you going to do about Brian?”
I walk out from behind the bar and take a seat on top of one of the tables, bringing a bottle with me. “What I have to do.” I tilt back the bottle of whiskey and then hold it between my legs, clenching it as tightly as I can. “As soon as I find the fucker . . . he’s dead.”
I LOOK UP FROM MY uncle Mark’s huge TV when I finally notice him leaning over the couch above me, repeating my name.
“Huh? Were you saying something?” I look up with wide eyes and shake my head as I take in his amused expression. “What?” I ask again.
He laughs and walks around to plop down on the couch next to me, nudging me with his elbow. “It’s your day off, kid. Why in the world are you here on my couch, eating my chips?”
I smile back at him and try to pretend to act normal. “Oh . . . no reason. It’s just been a while since we’ve hung out. That’s all. I figured you could use the company.”
“Seriously? More like I could use some sleep. I feel like I haven’t seen my pillow in days.” He grabs the bowl of chips out of my hand and starts digging in, eyeing me over curiously. “Have you heard from your mom? She said she was going to call you when she got back from California.”
Annoyed, I shake my head. I don’t even know why he bothered with that question when we both already know the answer. “Does she ever really call? Come on. She’s too busy dealing with her perfect little life and current fuck to worry about her only daughter.” I roll my eyes and grab a handful of chips, eating out of the palm of my hand. “I could be dead in a gutter for all she knows.”
“I would never allow that to happen. She knows that.” Mark gives me a look of sympathy. “She’s always been selfish, Avalon. It’s nothing personal towards you. Trust me. I dealt with her for fourteen years, until the day she moved out of your grandparents’ house. She wasn’t easy having as an older sister.” He stands up and hands the bowl back to me. “Why do you think she can’t keep a guy around for longer than a few months? The woman is annoying as shit.”
We both smile.
“And because she sucks at communicating,” I say matter-of-factly. “Very much.”
“Exactly.” He pulls out his phone when it goes off in his pocket. “Shit. I should take this. I’ll be back.”
“Alright.” I turn back to the TV and try to get back into my show when Mark disappears into the hallway to take his call.
The real reason I’m here is because Madison is at work and I didn’t want to be alone in my thoughts all day. I tried for a few hours this morning and all I could think about was picking up my phone and messaging Royal to ask him why he was such a dick. Yes, things got a little sexual between us. We were both drinking and vulnerable. That’s it. There’s nothing to be mad about.
I haven’t spoken to him since he dropped me off at my car the other day and for some reason, that bothers me. I’ve gone days without talking to Colton before and have never felt this way.
I figured if I spend most of the day at my uncle’s that he could at least keep me busy so I won’t give into this silly temptation to make a fool of myself. I don’t even want Royal to know that he’s crossed my mind since the other day.