Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)(14)

“So mysterious,” Gabe teased.

“You gotta be. For all I know you could be after me and try to make me trust you, and kick my ass and rob me or try to kill me when I leave.”

“We could, we have the means to.” Ant smirked at me, but something in his tone made me think he’s messing with me.

“That’s what I said.” I took a long pull of my beer after the waitress brought them over, giving us all a once over. “What’s the deal with her?”

“She wishes she could be an old lady when she’ll just be club * material. No offense to her, but all she thinks about is banging as many guys as she can. No respect for herself whatsoever,” Ant said, matter-of-factly rounding the table.

“Charming.” I chuckled shaking my head. “So, I take it that you’re in an MC.”

“That we are, my friend. What about you?” Gabe took the first shot breaking the balls and spreading them all over the table.

“Just riding and enjoying the freedom.”

“Best way to lead life,” Ant pointed out.

“I have to agree with you on that one.”

“What brings you to New Orleans?” Gabe asked before taking a pull of his beer.

I considered for a minute, not sure what to answer, and decided to go with the truth for once. “I’m not entirely sure if I’m honest.”

“A woman?” Ant chuckled.

“You could say that.” I took a long sip of my beer thinking about her.

“She worth the trouble?” Gabe asked with a smirk.

“Depends which one you’re talking about.” I chuckled humorlessly.

“You’re really not giving anything away, are you?” Ant took perfect aim of his shot and pocketed the ball.

“Nope, I’ve learned not to let on too much about me.” I shrugged.

“Don’t blame you, just know we’re good listeners, even if that just made us sound like women,” Ant said unashamedly.

“It did.” I laughed and finished my beer.

We kept talking, drinking, and playing pool for another hour until all hell broke loose.

A bunch of bikers from what I’m assuming was a rival MC barged in and charged towards us. Now I had nothing to do with this, but when two men who offered me drinks and were there to listen to me if I wanted to pour my heart out are getting their asses kicked, I’m not going to sit back, relax and watch the show. Besides, I could do with some face bashing too, not mine, of course.

Two guys jumped me, fists are flying, connecting with flesh. The sound of cracking bones resonated in my ears. It’s eerily quiet around us in the bar suddenly. The only sounds you could hear were the punches being thrown and the grunts when said punches connected with our assailants.

We didn’t relent and kept going at them. They called for it as they were the ones who started this fight. It didn’t take long for the two men who attacked me to be flat out on the ground, unconscious, and they’d feel it tomorrow. I didn’t need many punches to knock someone out. I’d been in way too many fights and my military background helped, too.

I moved to help Gabe get rid of the two guys who pounced on him. He was strong for his age, but there’s only so much you can do when two men are attacking you.

Once they were joining their friends on the ground, we moved on to help Ant who’s still fighting one of the two guys who jumped him. I grabbed the guy off Ant and went to punch him, but he ducked at the last moment and my fist connected with Ant’s jaw. Gabe burst out laughing and so did the guy who ducked. One glare at Gabe was all it took to make him sober up as Ant was rubbing his sore jaw.

“Can’t aim, old man?” the f*cker asked, mocking me. I didn’t lose any more time. I moved my arm back and one punch carefully placed to his temple was all it took to knock him out.

“Not laughing anymore now, are we?” I sneered at him and stood up looking at Ant.

“You f*cking punched me,” he said, rage oozing out of him.

“It was an accident, you know it.”

I barely got those words out when he jumped on me and punched me, much to Gabe’s amusement. He was laughing and snorting as he was watching us fight. I knew Ant was younger than me and it’s just payback, but I couldn’t let someone punch me without retaliating. My fist connected with Ant’s face, and he punched back straightaway. For being so young he could pack a punch.

We fought for a couple of minutes until Gabe finally decided to break the fight, still laughing his head off.

“Easy you two. We’re on the same side, remember?”

“Why are you laughing then?” I wiped the blood coming from my eyebrow.

“Because it’s f*cking hilarious to see you two fight. You were fighting the same guy and then all hell really broke loose.” He sniggered.

“Fucker,” I mumbled under my breath.

“You’re not a biker, but you fight like one,” Ant said, spitting blood out.

“Ex-Marines.”

“Makes sense. If you ever want to ride with other bikers, come see us. We get in these fights regularly, if you need to let out some steam,” Ant chuckled, seeing the six men who attacked us on the ground still unconscious.

“I’ll remember that.”

“You should. Can we get another round of beers here?” Ant shouted and everybody scrambled away as beer appeared in front of us accompanied by the same waitress as earlier who looked at Ant with adoration. She’s pathetic. I didn’t know him, but it’s obvious he’d never go for someone like her.