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I nod once. “Yep.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, fine. I’m going to head back to the clubhouse… You going to the Whistler?”
I don’t even bother answering him. I’m already striding toward my bike when Pres calls out my name. “Gunn!”
I straddle my bike and sit down. “Yeah, Pres?”
He points at me and glares. “Don’t you dare destroy the Whistler. I’m friends with Malcolm, and I don’t want to hear him bitching that we messed up his bar.”
“You got it,” I tell him, but as I pull out, I can’t help but think there are no guarantees. If some man is thinking he has a chance with Alice—my Alice—then I’m shutting that shit down real quick.
CHAPTER 3
ALICE
I look at Emily and Lexi and roll my eyes. I take a huge gulp of my drink and let the liquid burn going down my throat. I gasp as I stand up. Hell, I’ve been sitting too long. “Where are you going?” Ben asks.
I glare at my two friends. I’m not mad at them. I’m glad they’re happy, but they’re not being very fun. “I’m going to find some single friends.”
Lexi and Emily are not offended in the least. They’re both smiling, and Lexi stands up. “Fine. You wanna dance? Want me to be your wing woman?”
Emily nods and stands up too. She’s not drinking tonight, so she’s spent the time laughing at us and snuggling up to Felon. She grabs my hand. “Come on. We can go dance.”
Ben stands up. “Shit. Can you just wait ten more minutes?”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Why ten minutes?”
He holds up his phone. “Look, I’m getting texts from Pres and from Gunner. Pres is saying that the Whistler better be standingtomorrow and Gunner is just a few minutes out. We all know if he comes in here and some dude is dancing up on you, then he’s going to destroy the bar and anyone else that gets in his way, and then Pres is going to be pissed at all of us and?—”
I hold my hands up to stop his rambling. “Okay, okay, I get it. But I mean, as far as birthday parties go, this is bullshit.” I sit back down, and Lexi and Emily both give me sympathetic looks.
I put my hands on the table and stand up again. Every one of them is watching me, and I hold my palms out. “Damn, I’m just going to the ladies’ room. Or is that not allowed?”
Ben nods his head as if I was really asking for permission to go to the bathroom. I get two steps from the table, and Lexi calls out, “Want me to go with you?”
I look back, and she’s already standing up, ready to come along, but I shake my head. “No, I’m okay. I’ll be right back.”
I walk back to the bathroom, and I feel people watching me as I go. I walk down the hallway and am almost to the door when a man steps in front of me. “Hey, well aren’t you a pretty little thing.”
I resist rolling my eyes and barely acknowledge him. As I try to walk past him, he shifts to block me.
I raise my head to look him in the eye. “Excuse me, I’d like to get by.”
He laughs and puts his hands on my waist. His grip is tight, and I suck in a gasp.Stay calm, I tell myself. “Take your hands off me.”
He just laughs again and then gestures to the bathroom. “How about you and me get to know each other?”
I put my hands to his chest and try to push him away. “No. I’m not interested. I’m warning you. Let me go.”
He looks down the hallway, and just when I think he’s about to back off, he shoves me into the bathroom, using my body to open the door.
I start to scream, but he slaps his hand over my mouth. There’s no way anyone heard me. The bar is too loud. The man has the door closed, and he’s standing behind me, one arm locked around my waist and the other around my upper body. I try to scream again, but his hand grips my mouth tighter. “You like it rough,” he grunts.
He starts to kiss my neck, and I can feel his hard manhood dig into my bottom. The urge to vomit is overwhelming, but I hold it back. There’s no way I’m going to let this happen. Eyes wide, I look around the room for a weapon. Heck, anything, but there’s nothing within reach, so I start to fight. I squirm, jerk, and try to swing my elbows, and when his hold loosens, I turn, hitting him in the throat. My punch didn’t jar him much, but I try for the door again, and he grabs me, turns me, and slams me against the wall.
My head hits hard, and I’m dazed, but I fight through it. He’s still grinning. “I like it when a girl has a little fight in her. It makes it fun.”
He leans down to kiss me, and I lift my knee, hitting him between the legs. He groans. “You fuckin’ bitch.”
