The Terms of Release by BA Tortuga

Author:BA Tortuga [Tortuga, BA]
Language: eng
Format: epub

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“ANOTHER CUP of coffee, honey?” Wilma was pale as milk, and Sage hated that.

“Nope. We’re good.” He had been too. Sitting here since five, watching everything and eating a piece of pumpkin pie. He’d worn his ass out today—hitting the pawn shop to pay off Penny’s vet bill and fix his window, deal with his hysterical momma, and make sure the gate was shored up.

He was dragging ass.

Wilma summoned a smile for him. She was a good woman, but her worry about him being her protection for the evening showed in her eyes. Bulldog had been the only one who was confident. “You kick some ass if you need to, son,” he’d said.

He would. No way he’d let anyone down today. He turned his coffee cup around and around, listening to everything going on.

Rick and Lena were the last customers and they left at seven thirty, and Sage got to work helping with the cleaning up. He knew tonight Wilma would want him to mop, so he started stacking chairs.

“You’re a good man, Sage Redding.” Wilma’s voice was soft and fond, and he didn’t know what to say.

“Thank you, ma’am. I try.” Sage’s cheeks heated and he ducked his head, working to get everything done.

By eight o’clock, Marisol, the cook, was ready, and Sage headed out with her and Wilma, telling himself that he had this. Nothing was going to happen.

Wilma looked left and right when they stepped outside, relaxing a little when no one appeared. The lot looked quiet.

“Come on, ladies, let’s go. Miss Wilma, I’ll follow you home.”

Headlights headed for them, loud music blaring out. His shoulders tensed up around his ears, and he herded Wilma and Marisol toward their cars, wanting a barrier between them and the road.

“Get in your truck, Sage.”

“I will, ma’am. Once y’all are in. They’ll drive by.” He had a baseball bat in the bed of his truck, and this time he would use it. He wasn’t going to let anyone hurt these ladies.

Wilma bit her lip but nodded, sliding into her sedan.

The Jeep pulled into the parking lot, and the ladies both started their cars as Sage headed for his truck, one hand dipping into the bed and finding wood. “We’re closed, boys.”

“We’re not looking for food, asshole.” One of the rednecks hopped out of the Jeep.

“I don’t even know you, son, and I ain’t looking for trouble. I’m here to help the ladies get home.”

“You may not be looking, buddy, but you got it.” He knew the knuckle dragger who came at him around the other side. A friend of his soon-to-be ex-brother-in-law.

“Goodie. Well, if you insist, bring it on. I got plans.”

“Sage….” Wilma came up to him, Marisol right behind her. “You boys get out of here. I’ve called 911.”

The big guy bared his teeth and made to grab Wilma, laughing as she backed off. “Pretty girls you’re protecting. Shame that Bulldog left them with just you. Kill a fag, get the deposit, and fuck the broads. Great night, huh, Charlie?”

“You know it, Jake.

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