Chapter 3 #2
“Yeah, that is what I thought you said. Who people have sex with should be no one else’s concern, fucker.
Where I stick my dick does not affect your life, just like where this person” —He nods to the bartender— “sticks his dick. None of that shit touches you, so keep your homophobic bullshit to yourself.”
Savage’s voice is so eerily calm, it is deadly and makes men cower, but this prick clearly does not value his life.
“I do not want to see that disgusting shit. People like him should have the bitch beaten out of them.”
A snarl rips from Savage, his shoulders doubling in size as he steps forward.
“Listen, why don’t we all take a step back. There is no need for violence, and trashing the place.” The bartender tries to defuse the situation but I shake my head with a grin in place, drawing his attention to me.
He looks pale, scared.
“Oh, honey, we are way past stopping now. Savage here is about to show these cunts how not to be homophobic motherfuckers.”
“Savage?” His voice goes up an octave or two.
“Yeah. They will learn why his road name is ‘Savage’.” I wink.
“Um, should I call the police?” he stammers.
“No, but they will need medical attention,” I say then all hell breaks loose.
Leaning an elbow on the bar, I watch as Target throws punches with one of the men while Savage is tackling two of them. He does not need my help; he is completely handling the fuckers on his own. Snarls and growls add to the sound of flesh hitting flesh.
“Are you going to help?” I look at the bartender and shrug.
“They have it under control.”
Looking around the bar, I see that there is a handful of people watching the fight but do not seem bothered by it. It makes me wonder if these three pricks like to mouth off and people are tired of it.
Target has his fight under control and so does Savage, but I kinda want in on the action. I need to get some of my frustration out about the Val situation.
Linking my fingers together, I crack my joints, and stretch my arms.
One of the men fighting Savage jumps on his back, hitting him in the back of the head.
“Okay, now that it just unfair,” I mutter before moving in, stepping into the fight.
Gripping the material of the fucker’s shirt, I pull him off my brother. He falls to the floor and I take the opportunity to hit him while he is down; he grunts in pain, his face red from exertion.
He swings his arms, trying to connect with me, making me laugh. I raise my arm to hit him again, but I am slammed from the side by two bodies. It is my turn to grunt as I fall to the floor, Savage, and the fucker he was fighting next to me.
I slam my elbow back, connecting with the bastard’s ribs, making him cough and groan.
Savage winks at me, blowing me a kiss.
“Thank you, brother.”
Shaking my head while laughing, I push him and the other man away. Jumping to my feet, I rush the man I was hitting as he tries to pull Target off his friend.
“You boys really do not like fair fighting, do you?”
Then he is on me, we fight, and I block some of his hits. He gets his licks in but hell, I get mine in too. Blood sprays when I slam my fist into his face, breaking his nose. He bellows, bending over, and I take my opportunity to end this.
I am fucking starving.
Gripping his shoulders, with a hard force, I slam my knee into his face, knocking him out. My chest heaves, sweat sticking to my skin, as I look at my brothers. Both men they were fighting with groan in pain and roll around on the floor.
“I think it is time you boys left,” comes a throaty voice from behind us.
I look over my shoulder as my brothers turn to face the person, and I expect Target to defend what we did, but we do not need to.
“You have been warned about saying shit like that in here. My nephew has every right to live his life as he pleases, as does everyone else. I suggest that you find somewhere else to have a beer.”
The two who are conscious drag their unconscious friend out of the bar by his hands. Albeit slowly, as they are hurting from the beating they have taken, but they leave.
“Damn, that made me hungrier,” I announce, sitting my ass back on the stool.
“Here.” The bartender hands me a damp cloth and two others to Target and Savage when they sit next to me.
“Avery, give these gentlemen anything they want. On the house,” the older man says, then looking to us. “Thank you for defending my nephew. I should have done something sooner with those shits.”
“I hate people like them, so I was happy to make them hurt for saying that shit. They are lucky that I am hungry, otherwise I would have dragged out their pain.” Savage grins; the twinkle in his eyes tells me he might just hunt them down after we are done eating.
“Well, thank you anyway. I will leave you to Avery, who will take your order and get you anything that you need.” He shakes our hands and leaves.
Savage being Savage, takes the opportunity to add something sexual to the moment.
“So, your uncle said that you will get me anything that I need.” His voice dips low, as he sets his forearms on the bar top, leaning toward Avery.
To my shock, Avery mirrors Savage.
“He did, and what is it that you need, Savage?” The heated look between the two men is off the charts.
Damn, people would pay to watch the scene that is playing out in front of me.
“Damn, I need my woman,” Target whines, shaking his head.
He is turned on, as he used to fuck Savage and things were hot between them if anything Savage brags about is true. Then he met Madalyn, and he was a one-woman man.
“I am not one to cock-block a brother, because I value my dick and my balls being attached to my body, but I am fucking hungry, man. I need a double cheeseburger, fries, and onion rings, and a large Coke.” I rattle off my order.
Target does the same, and Avery places our order and chats with us when he is not seeing to the remaining customers or new arrivals. Both him and Savage flirt, and it is fucking strange to see this well put-together man flirt with a man like Savage, who has blood on his face and white T-shirt.
The rest of our time here is uneventful; we talk and laugh and enjoy some delicious food. When we’re done, Savage gets Avery’s number, then we leave with a promise to come see him soon.
We can’t take that fucker anywhere, but that is what you get with a man like Savage.