Rowdy (Marked Men #5)(60)
“I got this.” The kid grabbed his crotch and Asa took a threatening step forward, so I held out an arm to keep him back.
“You want me to call the cops?” I thought it was a fair question to ask considering the circumstances, but both Asa and the kid glared daggers at me. I held up my hands in a gesture of surrender and took a step back.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out.” Plain and simple; there was no mistaking that it was the last warning the blond southerner was going to give the group.
The guy’s friends were urging him to just let it go and telling him there was a bunch of different bars they could go to but the guy was in a deadlock with Asa and neither one of them wanted to give in. Finally the kid shook his friends off and pointed a finger at my friend.
“This isn’t over, ass**le.” He looked at his crew and barked, “Let’s roll,” like it had been his idea to vacate the property all along. He made sure he spit a mouthful of blood on the floor and knocked over a table on his way out.
Asa was practically vibrating with rage and his normally easygoing demeanor was lit up like an inferno. His eyes were glowing in his face and his hands were curled into iron fists. He looked like he was going to put his hand through a wall.
One of the regulars muttered, “I woulda punched him in the mouth,” as he meandered back to the bar and Asa let out a heavy sigh.
“Remember when I said doing the right thing is f**king hard? Prime example.” He reached up a hand and rubbed it across his face. “A while back I woulda just kicked the shit out of him, taken whatever he had in his wallet and probably his girl, and gone about my way. Or even more likely I woulda found someone to do the dirty work for me and had two sets of ass**les out for my blood when it was all over. Now I gotta think that if I do that kind of stuff Rome might get sued, I might go to jail or end up in a body bag, and that sucks.”
I agreed with him, so I didn’t say anything and just followed him back to the bar so I could pay for my beer and finally head home to take a shower.
“Well, sometimes the right thing is the wrong thing because if anyone deserves a punch in the face, it’s that guy.” And whoever it was that had used Poppy as a punching bag. I tossed a few bills down on the bar and slapped my hat back on my head. “I’ll catch you later, man.”
“Yeah and, Rowdy . . .” I stopped and looked back at him. “Your girl just needs to know that now she’s the one. Maybe you were confused when you were younger, maybe you were scared and locked on to the safe bet, but now you’re taking the chance and she just needs to know it’s on her. Nothing wrong with her being the one after as long as she’s the last one.”
“Damn. You’re good at this bartender advice thing.”
He laughed. “When all you make are mistakes you learn how to help other people avoid them. Thanks for having my back. I’m not used that.”
“Maybe you deserve more than you think, Opie.” He glowered at me and I laughed as I made my way outside and to my SUV.
The sun had gone down but it was still a gorgeous summer night that had just enough of a chill to it to speak to the fact fall was right around the corner. Time had been moving so fast ever since Salem hit town I didn’t even realize the balmy summer days were almost gone.
When I got home I stripped down and scrubbed off. My mind was a million miles away, jumping from the past to the present and buzzing around among everything that had happened in the last few months.
I was winding down for bed, watching TV, and working on a few sketches for work the next day when there was a knock on my door. I was surprised at the sound but not at all surprised to see the raven-haired beauty on the other side when I pulled the door open. I propped a shoulder on the doorjamb and lifted an eyebrow at her as Jimbo shot past me and headed right for his favorite spot on the couch.
“Thought you were gonna call.” I had told her to call me later.
She tilted her head back to look at me and slowly blinked those midnight eyes. “I didn’t really know what to say.”
“Why are you here, then?” Eventually we were going to have to have it out—down and dirty over this whole Poppy situation—but I knew it was still too raw and still too fresh to do it tonight. Salem had been just as surprised to see her sister as I was and I was sure she was worried out of her mind at the condition Poppy had shown up in.
She flipped some of her hair back like she liked to do and blinked up at me. It went right to my gut when she batted those long, feathery lashes at me. She told me in a quiet tone, “I don’t want to go to bed without you.”
Talk about a first that really held some water. She was the first and only girl I didn’t want to go to bed without as well.
She brushed past me and trailed her hand along my chest as she went. “I do have a request, though.”
I shut the door and watched her walk toward my bedroom like she had been doing it forever and it was the only place she wanted to be.
“What’s that?”
She looked at me over her shoulder and her smile was sex, surprise, and everything I ever wanted without knowing it. It also sent bolts of desire shooting hot and fast through my bloodstream.
“Put the cowboy hat back on.”
Well, hot damn. Time to saddle up.
WHEN I WOKE UP Salem was gone and so was the dog. I figured she had run back to her own place to get ready for work and to check in on Poppy. There were a lot of awesome things that went along with being a tattoo artist. One of my favorites was that I didn’t have to be to work until noon if I didn’t want to be. I took my time getting ready for the day by meandering around the apartment and making myself some coffee. I had just finished getting dressed and was pulling on my boots when there was a knock on the door. I assumed that it was Salem like it had been last night and almost fell over when I pulled it open and saw the other Cruz sister standing there.