Widow's Undoing (Ruthless Sinners MC #4) - L. Wilder Page 0,5
Crockett’s until Gladys sold the bar and her upstairs apartment. Since she didn’t have another place lined up, she decided to move in with Ada, an older lady the club had watching over our storage lot, and from the sound of it, the two had become instant friends. I was listening to Country tell Marlowe about some big dinner the two had fixed up for him when I noticed a security light flashing outside of one of the VIP rooms—signaling one of our girls was in trouble.
Without stopping to let Country or Marlowe know what was up, I stood and charged towards the room. The second I opened the door, I saw red. One of the assholes who’d been pounding beers with his buddies had our girl Izzy pinned against the wall. Her lip was busted, along with her cheek, and there were red handprints all over her arms. She was trying to push the guy off her, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer. The piece of shit had his hand between her legs, groping her as he mumbled, “Come on, baby. You know you want it.”
“No...I don’t! Get your hands off me!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, I stormed over, grabbed hold of the guy’s shirt, and with one hard tug, I sent him flailing backwards. His back hit the floor with a hard thud. Before the guy had a chance to react, I reared my fist back and slammed it into his jaw. I felt the bones in his face give way. Even though I knew I’d already done major damage, I couldn’t stop myself from plowing into him again and again. There was one thing I couldn’t, wouldn’t, tolerate, and that was a motherfucker putting his hands on a woman. I’d grown up watching my ol’ man use my mom as his own personal punching bag, leaving her black and blue on a weekly basis. Back then, I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Unfortunately for this dickhead, that was no longer the case.
His entire face was a bloody fucking mess. I was pretty sure I’d not only broken his jaw, but his nose as well. For a rational man, that would’ve been enough. They’d see that the guy had gotten what was coming to him, but I wasn’t a rational man—not at times like these. He was lying in a pool of blood when I dropped my hands to his throat, clamping down with all my might as I growled, “I should end your sorry ass right here and now!”
“Widow!” Izzy came up behind me and pulled at my shoulder. “You’ve gotta stop, Widow. You’re gonna kill him.”
“Motherfucker deserves it for putting his hands on you.”
I still had my hands wrapped around the guy’s throat when Country came charging into the room. As soon as he stepped through the door and saw the bloody mess beneath me, he gasped, “Holy shit, brother. You don’t fuck around.”
Seeing I was about to kill the guy, he slipped his arm under my shoulder and pulled back, forcing me to release my hold on the asshole’s throat. He immediately started gasping and clinging at his throat, trying to take in a decent breath of air. I glanced back over at Izzy, and the sight of her busted lip had me enraged all over again. Unable to stop myself, I kicked the guy in the gut and roared, “You ever come back here, I’ll finish what I started. You got that?”
He answered with a painful groan. I was tempted to kick him again, but Country had already stepped between us and was trying to get the dickhead to his feet. Once he had him standing, Country looked over to me and said, “Damn, I better get him out of here while he’s still breathing.”
“Probably not a bad idea.” I waited until Country and the guy made it out of the room before turning my attention to Izzy. “You okay?”
“Yeah, thanks to you.” Tears filled her eyes as she reached up and hugged me. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t shown up.”
“That’s what we’re here for.” I gave her a quick squeeze then said, “I’ll give Doc a call and have him come check you out.”
“No, that’s not necessary,” she argued. “I’m fine. Really.”
“I’d feel better if you’d let him check you out.”
“Well, I’d feel better if he didn’t.” Her eyes dropped to the ground as she muttered, “I just want to forget this ever happened.”