Hammer (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #9) - Dani Wyatt Page 0,27

to grin. This is going to be painful, but not just for me.

One of them launches himself at me without checking with his buddies. Big mistake. I catch him with a right hook, grab him around the head and slam him down into my waiting knee. There’s a crunch of bone and a spurt of blood, and no amount of Luann’s detergent is going to get that stain out of these jeans.

Unfortunately for me, the rest aren’t quite as stupid as their buddy, and I feel the dead weight slam into my upper back before he crumples to the floor, knocking the wind out of me as Skate throws a punch into my face. Taken by surprise, I don’t manage to get my guard up in time and he catches me with a glancing blow that has me seeing stars.

“Fuck,” I grunt as I start to wobble, and I see Troy’s expression drop. He’s allowing this, because I said I could handle it, but it’s clear he’s not happy. I shake my head, because I can see he’s thinking about stopping the fight, but it’s good to know he has my back if I need it.

Regaining my composure, I drop into a crouch and sweep Skate’s legs out from under him, turning and coming up with a punch to the gut of the guy behind me. He goes down and I turn to face the next, but it’s then that we all hear the shot.

“What the fuck, Skate?” I growl when I see what’s happening.

The gun was just to get our attention, but it fucking worked. Coming around the corner of the bar, I barely recognize Grit, Lukas’ son. And gripped in his arms, with the clear threat of a bullet if she doesn’t behave, is Robin.

“Lukas, put that woman down. We’ve come to an arrangement, man.” Skate turns to me. “This wasn’t part of the plan, you have my word.”

I didn’t recognize Grit inside the bar, but then I wouldn’t. He was barely more than a kid when I left the Seminoles. He must have been one of the unconscious bodies on the floor, but they all looked pretty much the same in the heat of the moment.

Robin looks terrified, but that brave streak is shining through because she’s stomping her feet and trying everything to wriggle out of his grip.

Grit shakes his head. “I’m Lukas’ son, Skate. I should be the new president of our chapter, and this right here is how we get payback. Don’t you recognize this chick? She’s the girl from the video. The one that motherfucker beat down those guys for. She’s his woman. We take her, we use her however we fucking want, and then everything is settled.”

There are mutters of discontent from the other Seminoles. They might be assholes, but they’re not fucking monsters. Kidnapping an innocent girl seems like a step too far, even for them. Skate takes a step towards Grit, but comes to a stop with his hands up when the gun is pointed at him.

“That motherfucker defied my dad, Skate. You don’t get to take payback away from me. She’s coming with us, and if you guys know what’s good for you you’ll get on your bikes right now and ride with me.”

“Okay, dude, whatever you say.” Skate shoots a look my way, like don’t hate me, man, I’ve got no choice, but I growl in response because he does have a choice.

As they all start to move toward their bikes, with Grit grinning wide in triumph, I prepare to move forward. I won’t do anything to put Robin’s life in danger, but if they think I’m going to let them take her away from me they’re wrong.

I’ll hunt down every last one of them if I have to.

But as I meet Robin’s eyes, she shakes her head, does that lip pull, nose crinkle thing and her dimple comes out, and it’s clear that she’s about to do something. I grit my teeth, ready to launch forward.

But I don’t have any time to step.

Before anyone can react, Robin takes the opportunity with Grit’s guard down and shoves her elbow into his gut. It’s not hard, but it’s enough to take him by surprise and make him lower the gun, and that’s when she really moves into action.

That girl must have been taking fucking ninja lessons or something, because I can barely believe my eyes at how fast she moves. She stomps on the top of his left foot.