Poppy McVie Mysteries: Books 1-3 (The Poppy McVie Box Set Series) by Kimberli A. Bindschatel

Author:Kimberli A. Bindschatel [Bindschatel, Kimberli A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Wildlife trafficking
Publisher: Turning Leaf Productions, LLC
Published: 2016-10-18T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

Michael staggered backward, his eyes wide. Then, in a flash, his expression changed to rage. He charged forward, fists in front of him, jabbing at Dalton.

Dalton swung wide, missing Michael’s jaw.

Michael grabbed hold of Dalton’s shirt and pulled him from the stool and slammed him into a table. Dalton caught his balance and managed to stay on his feet.

Michael stepped back and shoved up his sleeves. Dalton lunged at him, all bluff and no force. This wasn’t the Dalton I knew. He was faking. But why? Why had he thrown that punch to begin with? What the hell is going on?

The other men in the bar were on their feet, roaring amid the ruckus, shouting, “Hit ‘em again! Knock ‘em down!”

Michael managed to land a punch, then another, in the jaw, then in the stomach. He was beating the crap out of him. Dalton doubled over but didn’t fight back.

I stepped between them. “Stop! Stop it!”

Dalton snarled at me, his lip puffy and bleeding. “Stay out of it.”

“That’s no way to treat a lady,” Michael spat and slammed Dalton with a right hook. Dalton fell back into the table.

“Knock it off, boys!” hollered the bartender.

Michael ignored him and grabbed Dalton by the collar, dragging him to his feet. Dalton yanked free and head-butted him in the stomach and the two slammed to the floor.

The men in the bar roared.

They rolled, one on top of the other, fists flying. Michael got up on one knee, then to his feet and landed a kick in Dalton’s side.

Why wasn’t Ray breaking it up? I glanced around the bar, but he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe Michael had waited for Ray to leave and that’s when he saw Dalton with me?

I grabbed Michael by the arm. “Stop! Please stop!” I wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp myself, right then and there. Michael stepped back, huffing, his eyes on Dalton.

Dalton got to his feet, grabbed me by the wrist, spun me around, and planted a big kiss on my lips. “Now step back, sweetheart.” In his eyes I could see he meant it.

He went after Michael again, arms flailing with no measured target. It must have been hard for Dalton, a Navy SEAL, to pull his punches and take the fall. Why it was necessary was beyond me. What the hell was this going to prove? Men!

Michael on the other hand wasn’t holding back. He’d obviously been in a few bar brawls in his time and he was a heavyweight. He went after Dalton with a hook, then a jab to the kidney. Dalton doubled over and Michael caught him in the jaw.

The bartender had finally had enough. He shouted to a couple of the regulars, “Get ‘em outta here.”

“Let ‘em fight it out,” one said.

Dalton hadn’t had enough. He charged Michael again and they slammed into another table.

Bjørn, the old man on the boat, the helmsman Michael had said, grabbed Michael by the arm. “That’s enough, now. A broken arm won’t do on a fishing boat.

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