Page 2 of Protecting Siena

Once I’m done eating, I continue to watch some loser on TV talk about who knows what. Instead of paying attention to the fat man on TV, I am thinking about what my next move should be. I need to find some work, and I need to find it like yesterday. I don’t have a lot of cash, but I can make due for a few days at least.

Instead of lying on my ass any longer, I pull on my jeans and a tee shirt and slide on my shoes. Making my way out into the hot night, I head towards the bar that I saw on my way to the hotel. Walking in, I see that it’s still early, and there aren’t a lot of people inside yet.

A few hours later, I’ve had two beers that I had been nursing like a fucking babysitter. Watching the men and women come in and out, I wonder if any of them actually knew all the shit that they are starting without even knowing it.

The guy at the end of the bar is pissed because his girlfriend is flirting with a few of the college boys at the pool table. She keeps leaning over the table, flashing her tits. While the college boys are eating this shit up, the boyfriend that looks to be about ten years older than her, is about to fly off the damn handle.

I watch this go on for another ten minutes before the boyfriend finally has enough of it. He gets up, marches right over to the girl, and grabs her by the back of the hair. The college kids look like they might piss themselves. He leans down real close to her, and whispers in her ear.

Getting up from my seat, I make my way over to him and kick the back of his leg, causing him to release his hold on the woman’s hair. He falls to the ground with a yelp, and the college kids go running away like the little pussies they are.

When the asshole gets up off the ground, he stares right at me and I can’t help but grin. He has no idea what he’s about to, do and I personally can’t wait to show him what a mistake it is to fuck with me. He grins at me and then starts to speak. “Who the fuck do you think you are, kid?” He growls.

I shrug my shoulders. “Don’t like seeing bitches like you hurt woman. Maybe if you were able to keep your woman satisfied in the bedroom, she wouldn’t wander the bars looking for some strange.”

He scoffs, “What makes you think you know what you’re fucking talking about? What are you, like ten?” He spits.

“Just calling it like I see it, old man.” I say with a smile. He charges after me, but I lower my body, and flip him over my back. He lands on the ground with a thud and a groan. Spinning around, I see that he’s still on the ground, but trying to pick himself back up.

“You’re going to fucking pay, you little punk.” He grits out. He finally pulls himself up off the floor and comes charging at me again, so I lift my left knee and jam it right into his dick. He yelps, and grabs himself. Taking the opportunity, I land a few punches to his face, putting him on his ass again, and he grabs a hold of my jeans to try to pull himself up. I kick him once and he falls to the floor, and doesn’t move.

Instead of waiting around to see if they call the cops, I make my way through the crowd that has gathered, and out the doors. When I get close to the hotel, I see a few bikers riding down the street. Looking at their backs, I see a different vest than the one I was talking with earlier. I never knew that there were other bikers on the same turf as each other.

Making my way up the stairs, I see someone sneaking around the room that the biker was hanging out in. When she sees me, she takes off quickly and doesn’t look back. Shaking my head, I make it to my door and unlock it. Walking in and locking the door behind me, I head straight for the bed and fall face first into the mattress. I don’t even bother stripping out of my clothes.

As soon as my head hits the mattress, I’m out.

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