Page 3 of Brendan (The Doherty Mafia)
“And he’s too pussy to even show his face,” Tristian continued the conversation where we’d left off.
I nodded. “A grown-ass man hiding because he’s scared.”
Tristian chuckled. “He knows he won’t make it out alive if we get our hands on him.”
I looked around the bar, too tired to even focus on a chick to take home. Tristian’s eyes roamed too. There was a group of girls a few meters away from us and we knew they were checking us out. Talking about us.
“You gonna go over?” Tristian asked, when one of the girls stared right at me and broke into a giggle. Her friend whispered something in her ear while they continued staring.
I thought about it.
Maybe I should have. Banging a chick would have taken my mind off the other shit. The meeting had been successful. We still had those guys working with us, but who knew how long it was going to last. In a couple of weeks, they could change their minds and others would follow suit.
We needed to end this thing with the Barons and resume business as normal. Didn’t anyone else in the family see that? Or was I the only one thinking logically? Everyone else wanted to keep fighting Aldo, crush him into ashes. I knew my brother Killian, Aidan and Colin were taking it personally. Aldo had attacked their women. But they weren’t thinking straight. Not logically.
I wanted to sit the asshole down and come to some kind of agreement with him. For the sake of the business.
“No, you take this one. I want to go home alone tonight,” I said to my brother who smirked.
“Since when do you give up on an ass like that?”
Maybe Tristian was right. Maybe I was changing.
Tristian walked away from me to the group of giggling girls and I turned away. One more drink and I was leaving the bar.
Tristian was nowhere in sight, neither were the girls. I smirked when I thought about Tristian having somehow convinced all of them to go with him to a hotel somewhere. Only he would manage something like that.
I grabbed my jacket off the counter and left a wad of bills for the bartender. I turned to leave because all I wanted to do was return to my apartment and sleep. But before I could go anywhere, I saw her.
She seemed to be a waitress. Short. Blonde. Curvy. The lights were messed up at this place and she wasn’t standing close enough for me to see her face clearly, but there was something about her that made me stop in my tracks. Did I know her from somewhere? There was something familiar about her.
The way she moved, the way she turned her nose up in the air.
But I snapped out of it pretty quickly when I saw her push a guy with her hands. She was standing at a table in the corner. There must have been at least four guys at the table and one of them had an arm around her.
It was pretty obvious that she didn’t like it. She tried to pull away from him but he kept overpowering her,stopping her from getting away.
It took me a second to decide.
I put on my jacket and then weaved my way through the crowd towards them. Nobody else seemed to notice what was going on with her. They were talking to each other but I couldn’t hear their voices over the music.
The girl may even have been shouting, cursing at him to leave her alone.
“Hello, gentlemen,” I said, walking up to them with my hands thrust deep in my pockets.
They all turned to look at me, and that was when I met her big blue eyes. She reminded me of someone, of some place I’d been to before. Fuck. I needed to think.
It was like she casted a spell on me.
“What the fuck do you want?” one of the guys said.
“I want you to leave this chick alone. Simple,” I replied with a bitter smile.
The guy who had his arm around her, stared at me, then turned to his friends and smiled.
“Get a load-a this guy. He’s going to come up here and tell me what to do.”
I gave them a moment to enjoy themselves, laugh together because it seemed like they needed it. One last laugh to mark the night.
I smiled at them when they looked at me again. Then I grabbed the guy by his collars and pulled him off the seat. The girl spun away and slipped to the floor, but I figured she was going to be all right as long as she got away from this bastard.
“I asked you nicely, motherfucker. I really don’t like being rude,” I growled before knocking him out.
Three
Rosalie
I was convinced something bad was going to happen to me. The guy who had his arm around me made it very clear he wasn’t going to release me unless I gave him something. What did he want? A lap dance? A hand job?
