then. Get your shit and head home. You’re done for the night.”
“Wait, I’m good to...”
“Go home, Izzy.”
She nodded, then scurried out of the room. I could feel my knuckles throbbing. I knew if I didn’t do something, they’d end up killing me later, so I headed to the bar to get some ice from Marlowe. I’d barely made it out to the main floor when I heard Country roar, “Then your buddy here should’ve kept his goddamn hands off our girl! Apparently, you don’t realize how lucky he is to be walking out of here.”
“You got no idea who this is, do you?” one of his friends snarled.
“Nope, and don’t give a fuck.” Country was known in the club for his southern charm and sense humor, but he could kick ass with the best of them. I had no worries as he shoved the beaten guy into his friend’s arms and demanded, “Get his sorry ass outta here and don’t come back. Ever. You’re all banned.”
“For what?” One of the others stepped up as he shouted, “Cause he put his hands on one of your fucking whores?”
“You best watch your fucking mouth,” Country warned as he thrust his chest towards the guy. “If you don’t wanna end up like your friend here, you best do like I told ya and get the hell outta here.”
At first, none of them moved. They just stood there glaring at Country. I’d started over to back him up when one of them threatened, “You haven’t heard the last of us. You can count on that.”
“Yeah, yeah. You have me shaking in my fucking boots.” Country pointed towards the door as he demanded, “Get the fuck out of here before I shove this shaking boot right up your fucking ass.”
I’d just made my way over to Country when the group of assholes turned and started towards the front. Before making it out the door, a couple of them kicked over a few chairs and a table, but I didn’t give a fuck. They were gone. I stepped over to Country as I asked, “You okay, brother?”
“Yeah, but I’d be better if I could’ve put my fist down one of those motherfucker’s throats.” Country grumbled curses under his breath with fury. Once he’d settled down, he looked over to me and asked, “How’s Izzy?”
“Could be better. I sent her on home. We’ll need to have one of the girls call and check in on her later.”
“Sounds good. What about you?” Country looked down at my busted knuckles as he asked, “How are the hands treatin’ ya?”
“Like I put ‘em through a meat grinder, but nothing a little ice won’t fix.”
Country glanced over at the door as he asked, “You have any idea who those guys were?”
“Not a clue.”
“Wonder if we’ll get any blowback from that shit?”
“Hard to tell.” I shook my head. “Assholes like that don’t like to be wrong, and they sure as hell don’t like to have their asses kicked when they are.”
“True, but if they’re smart, they’ll let it go and move on.”
“Yeah, well, they didn’t look all that bright to me.” I turned and started back towards the bar as I told him, “But rest assured, if they’re stupid enough to show up here again, I’ll finish what I started with their friend. You can count on that.”
Without saying anything more, I went over to the cooler and started scooping out ice for my hand. When Lisa saw what I was doing, she rushed up behind me and said, “Go sit. I’ll get this and bring it over.”
I nodded, then went over and sat down behind the counter. Moments later, Lisa came over with a rag and some ice. Without saying a word, she took my wounded hand and carefully wrapped it with the ice resting on my sore knuckles. Once she was done, she shook her head and said, “Hopefully, this will help a little.”
“It’ll be fine. Thanks.”
“You’re the one who needs to be thanked.” She sighed. “Thanks to you, that asshole who put his hands on Izzy got exactly what he deserved.”
“Just doing my job.”
“Well, I appreciate it. We all do.” Lisa paused and her expression grew serious. “People can say what they want about the Ruthless Sinners. You and your brothers certainly do take care of your own.”
“That’s what the brotherhood is all about.”
She gave my arm a quick squeeze, then made her way back behind the counter. Just as I’d expected, it wasn’t long before the crowds started