Bedlam: Hell's Heathens MC (Book Two) (MC Romance) by Raven Dark

Author:Raven Dark [Dark, Raven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-23T05:00:00+00:00

7

Bad Man

I’m going to puke.

No, I’m not being hyperbolic; at the sight of my ex-boyfriend, I feel like my stomach’s literally going to empty itself.

As Skeet is only a year older than me, I assume he shares ownership of this place with his father. It would be my luck that I’d end up at the one restaurant within miles in any direction and Skeet owns it.

Old memories flood in, making my whole body feel as if I’ve been doused in ice. Gar’s hand is on my shoulder, and that’s the only thing that’s keeping me from bolting from the table.

“Sandra?” His concerned voice sounds like it’s coming from down a long tunnel. Distantly I hear Cal ask what’s going on, but don’t got the brain power to answer.

That’s right, I’ve never told Gar anything about Skeet, much less his name. He has no idea why I probably look like death warmed over.

“Still in the same line of work, Sandra?” Skeet asks good-naturedly. “Or did you get sick of humiliating yourself in public?”

Shame rolls through me and suddenly I’ve forgotten how to breathe.

“What the fuck?” Gar snaps.

I make myself look at Skeet. His mouth spreads into a huge grin that I can’t believe I once thought was good-looking.

“Wow, kid.” Cal says. “Are you brain-dead? Do you know who we are?”

“Do you know who I am?” Skeet counters. His response says it all. With his family’s money and power, he’s like his dad; he thinks he’s too untouchable to be scared of the Hell’s Heathens.

“Sandra,” Gar growls in a deadly voice I’ve never heard him use before. It’s a frightening sound. “Get up.”

Shaking, but not because of Gar, I slip out of the bench. I realize what I’ve done only when Gar slides out after me, his huge fists balled up.

“Come here and say that, you little piss-ant fuck,” Gar says when Skeet steps back.

There’s a flicker of real fear in Skeet’s eyes, but it’s not enough to shut him up. Everyone in the restaurant is watching.

“So now you’re taking orders from degenerates too, Sandra?” Skeet cocks his head at me.

Oh, God. Every muscle in Gar tightens until his cut bulges. I don’t know a ton about motorcycle clubs, but even I know Skeet just committed a huge mistake.

“Skeet, for God’s sake shut—” I start.

“Cal, take Sandra outside. Now.” Gar’s voice is death.

”You got it.” Cal gets up with a look that says they’ve done this a hundred times before. He grabs my arm, pulling me around the two of them. In less than six strides, he’s at the doors to the restaurant. We aren’t entirely out the door before there’s a horrible smash and I hear Skeet yell in pain.

“Oh, shit. Cal, what is he doing?”

He pulls me across the lot to their bikes. “He’s doing what he’s supposed to. Taking care of business. Here.” He hands me a helmet. “Put this on. Hurry.”

I’m shaking now, with as much fear for Gar as for the situation. He doesn’t know Skeet, or what he’s gotten himself into by hurting him.

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