Chapter 6
Lonnie picked up the handgun and shot at the targets. It had been a while since he had been shooting. He rarely carried a weapon with him when he was on tour with the band. Most of the people who approached them weren’t armed. It was rare when they had to defend themselves.
Almost all of his bullets hit near the bullseye. He set the weapon down and smiled at the target.
Damn straight.
Cass came up behind Lonnie. “Looks like you haven’t lost your touch.”
“I hope not,” Lonnie said.
“Hey, we’re famous,” Clint said, approaching them with his phone in hand. They all stood around watching a video of the fight the night before at the club. It already had a million views.
Lonnie pulled the video up on his own phone and read the comments. “I don’t think we’re famous, man.”
Clint looked at Lonnie’s phone and frowned.
The comments nearly all referenced Amy and how she had gotten between two men larger than herself.
They all applauded her. Several more comments referenced Lonnie with the band, showing several photos of him protecting them against fans. Very few people acknowledged Clint.
Lonnie chuckled at Clint’s annoyed expression.
“I’m pretty sure I helped too,” Clint said. “Just because I don’t work for the most famous band in the country or have tits, doesn’t mean I’m not good at my job.”
“No one cares about men breaking up a fight,” Lonnie said, clapping Clint on the shoulder. “You have to admit it’s badass a woman that size can intimidate men nearly twice her size.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Clint said.
Cass chuckled. “Don’t let Amy hear you say that.”
“Hear what?” Amy asked as she entered the room.
Lonnie snorted.
“We were just talking about how badass you were for jumping into that fight last night,” Clint said.
Amy stared at him deadpan. “Don’t treat me like I’m an anomaly. Women can do just as much as men if they put their minds to it.”
Clint put his hands up in surrender. “Okay, sorry.”
Amy rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky I like you.”
Clint threw an arm around Amy’s shoulders. “Everyone likes me.”
“I beg to differ.”
And despite Amy being able to toss Clint on his ass, he put her in a headlock and gave her a noogie.
“What in the actual fuck, Clint? Let me go!” she yelled.
Lonnie took a step back. That was the voice of a woman who didn’t want to be fucked with, and he was not about to get involved. He’d take one hundred of the fights that happened last night over duking it out with Amy.
Clint only laughed in response, so Amy stomped on his foot. He released her and hopped up and down in pain. Amy stood straight and brushed herself off.
“All in a day’s work,” she said before walking out of the room.
Lonnie snorted. “You were asking for that, man.”
Clint rolled his eyes. “I could have taken her.”
“Just admit that you are so afraid of getting your ass beat by her you didn’t take it a step further,” Cass said.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
Lonnie and Cass laughed. Cass’s cell phone rang, and he answered the call as he left the room. Clint stared down at his own phone, still reading the comments from the video.
“Hey, they gave us nicknames,” Clint said.
“Oh, yeah?” Lonnie said.
Clint laughed. “I’ve been dubbed Strong Pecks.”
Lonnie snorted. “Seriously? What’s mine?”
“Chiseled Stud. Why is yours cooler than mine?”
“Just lucky, I guess. Did Amy get one?”
Clint scrolled before groaning. “Goddess of Men. Dear God, let’s not tell her that.”
“Tell me what?” Amy asked as she came into the room.
Clint blinked at her. “Do you just stand at the door and listen for your name so you can walk in at the perfect opportunity?”
“If you honestly think I have that big of a head to assume you’re all going to talk about me, you’re insane,” she said.
Lonnie’s phone pinged, and he looked down at it as Clint and Amy continued to go back and forth.
Liam: Do we have to call you Chiseled Stud from now on?
Theo: You have to admit, there’s a nice ring to it.
Ben: Miranda says it’s fitting.
Jake: Claire agrees. I think I have to agree as well.
Will: Forget about Chiseled Stud and Strong Pecks. Who is Goddess of Men?
Lonnie: She’s a badass.
Liam: Looks like Will has a crush. Maybe you should bring her on the next tour.
Will: I didn’t say I want her to be my girlfriend.
Liam: …
Theo: I think he meant to work as security detail.
Will: Yeah… of course. That’s what I meant.
Ben: Sure.
Jake: Mmm-hmm.
Lonnie looked up at where Clint and Amy were still going back and forth.
Lonnie: I kinda think she’s spoken for.
He stuffed his phone into his pocket and looked at the pair still arguing. Amy now had Clint in a headlock while he laughed loudly. Lonnie shook his head. There would never be a dull moment with those two around.