Page 34 of Disturbed Lucidity

I wasn’t lying when I told Indigo that the girl gave me no reason to worry. As far as I was concerned, Logic and Indigo were barking up a dead tree.

“Prez.”

“I see them, Saint,” I said, twirling my glass of whiskey.

Even in the darkness, I couldn’t be alone.

Didn’t matter where I was, I always had at least one brother at my back. Even in my own damn club, where they knew I was safe.

Watching as the fucknut approached the bar, I kept my eyes on Ivy.

The one disturbing one of my brothers.

What was it about her that had the most logical man I knew up in arms? I couldn’t see it. All I saw was a young woman who did her job and kicked ass with the best of them. As far as I was concerned, she was innocent. Maybe a little fucking crazy for working in a biker bar, but she was solid and kept her fucking mouth shut.

Like I expected, Ivy didn’t even flinch when the preppy-boy ordered a drink while his little buddies laughed, watching her every move.

The girl was cold as ice.

She let nothing rattle her. Hell, the first time I saw any kind of reaction out of her was when she took on five Los Santanas all by herself.

I finished off my whiskey, the warm burn lingering in my throat and I carefully placed the tumbler back on the table. My hand instinctively reached for the empty bottle, but its weight surprised me, or rather, the lack thereof. Getting to my feet, I sluggishly strolled over to the bar, oblivious to the bustling crowd around me. While I made my way behind the bar, discarding my empty bottle and grabbing a new one, the fucktard abruptly drew my attention.

“I’m gonna fuck that cunt’s ass tonight.”

I smirked at that.

That’s what he thought.

“She hasn’t even looked at you, Brandon. I don’t think she likes you.”

So, the fucknut had a name.

Fucking pussy bitch name if I ever heard one.

“Fucking bitch is just playing hard to get.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Trust me. I followed the cunt back to her apartment the other night. The place isn’t far from here. Bitch gives me any trouble I will show her who’s boss tonight.”

Now that was interesting.

Looking at Ivy while she loaded drinks on Anne’s tray, I wondered what she would think about fucknut’s intentions? However, my thoughts turned feral when I saw the fucknut lean across the bar and try to grab Ivy’s ass. Moving fast, I grabbed the fucker by the back of the neck and slammed his face down on the bar before throwing him back off his stool.

“What the fuck, man!”

“Get the fuck out and don’t come back.”

I didn’t have to say it again. Dipshit’s friends promptly intervened and hauled him out of my club, saving me the trouble of dealing with him myself. With a new bottle of whiskey in hand, I nonchalantly made my way back to my table and resumed my seat. Pouring myself another drink, I whispered my words into the abyss of darkness.

“Tell Frost I want to speak with him.”

Seemingly appearing out of nowhere, the man suddenly took a seat at the table.

I couldn’t help but groan in frustration. “Do you just wait around in the shadows for me to ask for you?”

“Only when I know you have something important to say.”

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