“Nothing to talk about, he was a rude jerk, that didn’t like no for an answer, tried to push it, no biggy, been there, done that, many times before.” Max sounded fine, looked fine, and even her voice was back to normal.
‘You sure?” Cricket pushed.
“Leave it, Cricket,” I said, and saw from my peripheral vision that she looked up sharply at me, but I continued to eat, as if nothing had been said.
Maxine POV
I had placed the food and coffee on the ground, keeping the coffee lid on so it wouldn’t go cold.
Tank was gone longer than I had expected. That coffee kept calling my name, so I picked up the cup, pushed that little tab in, which some coffee cups have, and took a sip, when three large, scruffy-looking men stood before me, legs apart, hands on their hips, like they were something powerful and deserved attention.
Well, not from this girl.
“Hello, gorgeous, can we sit with you?” One asked, a smirk on his face.
“Nope, I am taken,” I replied, taking another sip of my coffee.
“Don’t be like that. We want to get to know you better.” He tried again, his friend chuckling at his innuendo.
“Nope, not interested,” I replied again. Placing my coffee down, because I knew what was coming, some people do get it when you don’t want their company.
He sat down and leaned forward to touch my face with one hand.
“I can make you feel so good.” He said, trying to sound seductive, but it came out like someone who had a dry throat and could use a breath mint.
I grabbed his wrist and squeezed, digging my nails in before sending him to the floor, got to my feet, and well, the rest was history. My training kicked in, and what happened next was a blur. I blanked out for a moment, to a different time, but the ending was the same. I blinked a few times and shook my head, clearing my thoughts, bringing me back to now.
The man was on the ground, holding his bleeding nose, and the fight was over; his mates were being restrained, and as I was back in the present, I asked for them to be released.
Dragging the man away, I couldn’t resist suggesting some ice on his face; that area must be in pain.
Cricket and Bruiser said nothing at first, and I ate in silence, waiting, because I knew they would want me to talk about this, but really, this was nothing compared to what I had been through, and if more was to come, so be it.
Cricket was the first to ask how I was. Tank was asking her to leave it be.
Prez and Sticks arrived and sat with us. As I finished my bacon sandwich, I gave Tank the one with egg in it.
“Heard you just had some fun.” Sticks says casually, and I roll my eyes at her attempt to get information, having missed the action.
“Just been allowed to release some built-up anger, nothing I can’t handle,” I replied, because it was an opportunity that was over far too quickly, and I hardly got rid of any anger I had gained from those two women yesterday.
“Only you would see that as an opportunity to clear some anger.” Chuckled, Bruiser, at my reply.
What could I say? Years of taking punishment from my family taught me to take it out on the streets, since I couldn’t win at home.
“What’s on the agenda today?” I asked, in an attempt to move on from the incident.
“There are a few more games, but general chit-chat, and catching up.” Sticks answered, then took the last bite of her food.
“If this is how the couple’s event will be, I think it needs to change its name because few clubs are honoring the theme of the couples’ weekend. In the past, it was couples bonding and having a good time, but now it’s the same as any gang’s get-together.” Cricket added, rubbing her hands together to rid them of crumbs and grease.
I agree, this year hasn’t started well for Max, and all these singles hitting on us, it just isn’t right, not what was promised,” Prez said with venom. He, too, was fed up with singles showing up and trying their luck.
“You know one entered our tent last night, tried to join Cricket and Bruiser, although I don’t think they knew who was in that part of the tent, it would have been pot luck, Bruiser threw her out, she left crying. So far, I am not impressed by the amount of attention our club was getting; we have never had this before.” Prez murmured as we watched the awakening crowd.
Bodies on the ground roll over groaning, before getting up and staggering away.
“Do you think there’s something more going on?” I asked, as it appeared, from an outsider looking in.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.