Page 56 of Come Back To Me

She moves grabbing a bottle of brown liquid, then untwists the top, filling his glass. “Prez?” she asks Dean.

Travis looks up to us. I don’t miss his eyes dropping down my front, noticing the state of my shirt.

“Please,” Dean says taking a seat.

I pull my shirt across my front tighter, then grab my coat from the back of the chair I was sat at earlier. I tie it up, then turn to face Dean.

“Want a drink?” he asks, looking at me.

“No, I’m good. I should go home.” I pick up my bag, searching for my keys.

Travis huffs as he sips his beer. “I’d make the most of it, Mads,” he grumbles.

My hand stops searching, and I slowly look up. “Why?”

The look Dean gives Travis is dark and threatening.

A tingling heat fills my cheeks. My eyes scrunch together with annoyance. With my heart suddenly racing, it’s on the tip of my tongue to ask what he means, but instead I ask, “Who’s Mollie to you?”

Travis’ arm freezes, his glass hovering close to his mouth. The silence that ensues is heavy. It crashes through the clubhouse, and I know I’ve made a mistake.

Slowly placing the glass on the bar, Travis stands then walks towards me.

My arms drop to my side.

“Don’t ever talk to me about her again,” he all but forces himself to say. He looks so angry, but his eyes are droopy. How much has he drunk in the time Dean and I were in the other room?

“Travis,” Dean warns.

Travis turns, and the two of them just stare at each other. The pulse of my heart’s beat bangs in my chest. Lifting his arm, Travis points at Dean. “You can go fuck yourself.”

Dean stands, his body squaring toward Travis. “No, fuck you, she doesn’t know.”

Travis’ face turns a deep shade of red. “Isn’t that a fucking surprise,” he spits. “I mean it, both of you can go fuck yourselves.”

“I’ll not tell you again,” Dean says, his voice laced with malice.

“Guys, stop,” I plead, not liking them being this way. “Tensions are clearly high—”

Travis laughs hysterically at my words. “And what the fuck would you know about tensions being high, huh?”

He opens his mouth to say more but Dean slams his fist into the side of his face.

Talia and I can only watch on as they crash into one another, their fists flying. “Stop!” I shout, but it’s pointless.

The main doors open as Travis gets hit and falls into a table and chairs.

The clattering noise makes me cover my ears, but unlike me, Talia runs around the bar, instinctively moving her body to try and break up the fight.

Her frame is tiny compared to them. Unable to make any headway in breaking them up, Talia jumps onto Travis’ back like a spider monkey. She wraps her arms around Travis’ big shoulders, trying in vain to hold him back.

“Hey!” a booming voice calls out from the door.

I turn and see a few other members come charging in.

Mop and the man they call The Joker move towards Travis and Dean.

Travis manages to get Dean in a headlock, just after he takes a solid shot to the mouth. His teeth are bared as he pulls on Dean’s neck, lifting his feet off the floor.

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