Page 62 of Wild Bliss

Sawyer straightened up. “Doug. He’s your brother’s second,right?”

Wyatt nodded. “The big one is Doug. The tallest one goes byMurphy. You probably remember the asshole in the back.”

He was the one looking around, checking all the exits andeyeballing who was where in case he needed to beat the living shit out ofsomeone. It was what Brutus did best.

“Yeah. I had more than a run-in with him,” Sawyer said. Hecalled over to Lark. “Time for you to take a break.”

“But I just had a break,” Lark argued.

“My office. Now. Lock yourself in,” Sawyer ordered.

Lark nodded, seeming to know when the boss meant business.At least he wouldn’t have to worry about her.

“What can I get you, boys?” Sawyer asked.

Wyatt didn’t recognize the fourth man, but he was big andbrawny and looked like he ate nails for breakfast. So his brother had replacedhim with another enforcer.

Doug’s gaze was on Lark’s backside as she strode away. “Iwas hoping she would take our orders.”

Wyatt bet he had. All of these men would treat her like shewas on the menu. Precisely why Sawyer had sent her away.

Wyatt watched as the only two other customers in the placeseemed to feel the shift in the air.

A couple of regulars who came in from Creede stood and threwsome cash down and walked out.

So they were alone.

At least no one else would get hurt.

“She’s taking a break,” Sawyer announced cooly. “So whydon’t you boys get your business done and we can all get on with our evenings.”

“Not very hospitable of you, Sawyer,” Doug said with asneer. He slapped the new guy’s chest and pointed Sawyer’s way. “Jeff, thishere is Sawyer Hathaway. He rode with us for a while, then his brother did atiny stint and he couldn’t handle it. I don’t know, Hathaway. I think you wouldhave done well in prison. Pretty boys are popular there.”

“I’ll never find out,” Sawyer replied smoothly. “I’m asimple barkeep now.”

“I doubt you’re anything simple,” Doug said, looking Wyattup and down. “You get your brother’s message?”

“He’s not my brother.” Wyatt intended to make things plainto these men. “He made himself clear when he burned the tat I never asked foroff my chest. But I did get the message the president of the Horde sent me. Igave you all the account numbers. I didn’t leave a damn thing out.”

“Well, your brother…excuse me, the president of the MC,seems to think you did, so you either need to take a look at these accounts orpony up the three hundred K we’re missing,” Doug announced.

His temper threatened to flare.

“Oooo, looks like little brother is getting mad,” the newguy said. “I’m so fucking scared.”

Brutus leaned over and whispered something in his ear thathad Jeff frowning.

“Seriously?” Jeff asked.

“Once saw him take out eight guys by himself,” Brutusreplied.

“There’s a reason his brother’s not here.” Sawyer had comefrom behind the bar. “They call Wyatt the Berserker. He’s perfectly calm untilhe loses it, and then we’re lucky if he doesn’t kill someone.”

Wyatt hated the nickname. He’d definitely hated the way hisfather had slapped him on the back and called him a real man the first timehe’d beaten a man near to death. He’d been sixteen, and one of the older bikershad hit him and called him a bunch of names that would get the man canceled.Wyatt had seen red. He hadn’t even remembered his first fight, but his fatherhad pushed him for more.

It was a side of himself he’d hoped he’d left behindforever, a side he’d never wanted Sabrina to see.

“Did you bring the laptop the new guy is using?” Wyattdidn’t want to talk about the past. “I left the one I used. Tell me he didn’ttry to get a new one. No one in the MC really knows computers.”

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