Page 30 of Broken Daddy
Maybe because everything bad in your life stems from him.
Devi closed her eyes. She needed to get away from this life.
The gallery showing held the key to her escape. But it was two months away and she still had another two pieces to finish. Then she had to get the items packed up and over to the gallery.
She had the money saved to pay for the transport, but it would take every penny.
Two months. . . she just had to hold on for two months and hope like hell that Vega didn’t make good on his threat.
6
“Hey, sweet cheeks. You look tired. How about you take a load off?”
Devi glanced over at the man sitting at the table next to her. He was a big, beefy guy with greasy hair pulled back into a hair tie.
This group had been nothing but trouble since they’d walked through the door a couple of hours ago. They were probably passing through, staying the night at one of the cheaper motels out by the highway.
Unfortunately for her, they’d decided to come into the Elk Horn Tavern. And been a pain in her butt since.
Literally. One of them had actually pinched her ass.
Mac had been out the back when that happened and she’d handled it alone. Still, the next one to put their hand on her was gonna lose it. Even if she had to go out the back and grab the knife herself.
“That’s a hard no,” she told him.
He scowled. “What? You think you’re too good for me?”
“Yeah, I know I’m too good for you. Because a ferret would be too good for you.”
Lord, would she ever learn?
Somehow, she thought not. Because as she turned away after delivering the last beer, the jerk reached out and grabbed her arm, drawing her back into his lap with a laugh.
Before she could figure out how to fight him off . . . a large man loomed over them.
Shit.
Where had he come from? She hadn’t seen him in days and now he turned up?
Was this the universe’s idea of a joke?
“Let her go. Now.”
“Why the fuck would I do that?” the guy holding her said with a laugh. “Because you said so?”
“Yeah. That’s why.”
“In case you didn’t notice, buddy, you’re outnumbered.”
All of the guys at the table stood. They were all older than Hayes and in much worse shape. But there were eight of them and one of him.
“Actually, he’s not.” Mac stepped up beside Hayes. “Let her go and get the fuck out of my bar.”
One of those assholes hooted. “Right, old man. Who is gonna make us?”
“I am,” someone else rumbled.
“And me,” said someone else.
