Read Bounty (Hunted Love Book 2) Online
Authors: Aden Lowe
The Rattlesnake's kitchen had come to a standstill, a stark contrast from the controlled chaos Falon had witnessed earlier. The grill and fryers still sizzled but the staff had gone quiet and taken cover behind a bank of equipment. A plume of smoke rose from the abandoned grill to be sucked into the fire suppression hood above it. Rita signaled two of the workers to shut down the grill and fryers.
The uncertainty of whatever they were about to walk into made Falon glad the risk of a grease fire at his back had been eliminated. Instinct to take the lead in a potentially dangerous situation waged war against the logic of following someone far more familiar with the possibilities.
A quelling glance from Rita settled the inner argument. He moved to back her up, but didn’t attempt to move ahead. A quick smile curved lips still swollen from his kisses and indicated her full awareness of his inner struggle, and her appreciation of the decision he'd made.
The air around Rita crackled with tension as she passed from the kitchen to the bar area. Falon stayed far enough behind her to be able to react to whatever scenario she found herself in. Her body language clearly said she owned the place and troublemakers would have hell to pay.
In the bar area, the bartender held the entire place at bay with his twelve gauge sawed-off. The crowd had gone perfectly silent, including the band, everyone frozen in place. Falon's gaze immediately found the source of the trouble. A gym rat with a fake tan hulked over a booth, scowling, while the female occupant sobbed quietly and her male companion glowered in incompetent fury. Blood trickled from the corner of the woman's mouth while the right side of her face practically glowed with a livid red handprint. The big bastard had
slapped
her, hard.
Falon's hackles rose with his own anger. It took a special brand of low-life motherfucker to hit a woman in public. His instincts opposed common sense, demanding retribution for the woman, rather than the caution the situation warranted. Besides, it was Rita's hornet's nest to handle, not his. The most he could do was back whatever play she made. He didn't have to wait long to find out.
Rita signaled the bartender to stand firm and stalked through the swinging gate that led out to the tables. Falon barely noticed the other signal she made, and when he spotted the apparent recipient, his brow rose a little in surprise. The petite female seemed inconsequential at first glance, making her a particularly effective weapon in some scenarios.
Falon stayed behind the bar, unwilling to interfere with an obviously well-rehearsed operation. Rita's confidence and control under pressure demanded respect. Many people, both male and female, would have gone to pieces in a similar event.
Rita wove her way between tables, working her way steadily to the trouble spot. "What's going on here?" She stopped not far from the gym rat, but well out of reach of those big hands.
The bastard rolled his eyes and had the nerve to turn his back to say something quiet to the couple in the booth.
"Mister, didn't yo' momma never teach you no manners? You don't turn your back on a lady speaking to you." The blatant challenge in Rita's voice rang clear through the whole tavern.
Falon couldn't decide whether to wince for gym rat's insulted manhood, or the danger
Rita had placed herself in by voicing that insult. Only sheer willpower held him in place, rather than heading across the tavern to her defense.
The gym rat's back stiffened and he turned slowly, fury creeping up his neck and face with rising blood. "What did you say to me, bitch?" Perfect teeth, so white they glowed nearly blue against his artificially dark tan, flashed in a vicious snarl.
"What are you, as dumb as you are yellow? Big bad man hit a woman then won't stand when another woman calls him on it, that there is straight up coward." Rita's derisive tone could have cut flesh.
The gym rat went even redder and puffed himself up to appear even larger, towering over her. "Bitch, you better check yourself. You don't even know who I am, do you?"
"No, and I really don't give a damn. You're just some douchebag on my property, assaulting one of my guests. Walking out of here now is your only intelligent option." Rita's eyes flashed her anger and everyone in the place held their breath.
"You're making a big mistake bitch. You better ask your old fuck-buddy about his baby brother." The big man's growled words held a very deliberate threat. He turned slightly to include the couple still huddled in the both in his next pronouncement. "You're all getting ready to see hell rain down. Every fucking one of you will regret this day." He glared all around the tavern. "Hell Raiders will be rolling up in here, and if you're still here when they do, there will be no mercy." Seeming satisfied with the eloquence of his threat, the gym rat spun on his heel and headed for the exit in an exaggerated swagger.
Over by the little game-room area, Falon spotted the tiny blonde Rita had signaled earlier. She had positioned herself so the gym rat would have to pass within arm's reach or closer and made herself appear even smaller. Inconsequential. What was she up to?
Nearing the exit, the gym rat puffed up even more, assured of a successful retreat. Several customers near the aisle suffered rough shoulder-brushes as he passed. The force of his movement could clearly knock the little blonde over, yet she stood deliberately where she would be an almost unavoidable target.
Falon caught a glimpse of the gym rat's face as he zeroed in on the blonde. Brute cruelty turned what might have been considered a handsome face into a mask of pure hatred and loathing. Like a bull charging, he visibly gathered himself, ready to hit her full on with all his force.
The woman stood, small and seemingly unaware of the danger, until he came within scant inches. Then, without warning, she exploded into action, moving fast. With an upward leap right into the gym rat's face, she literally climbed to stand atop his kneecaps, while one open palm smashed into his lower nose and mouth with incredible looking force. Continuing the upward momentum, she piled one foot against his testicles in a sickening impact.
The gym rat doubled over, defenseless, cradling his crushed genitals with both hands while he retched and streamed blood from a broken nose and shredded lips. With her feet back on the floor, the blonde brought her doubled fists down between his shoulders. Paralyzed, for all intents and purposes, by her blitz attack, the gym rat collapsed to the floor.
The tiny woman landed on the downed man's back with one knee squarely between his kidneys, and grabbed one elbow to wrench a heavily muscled arm behind his back. The excruciating maneuver dragged a scream from the gym rat.
"Hey motherfucker, you make good and sure you tell your big bubby that a ninety pound bitch done cleaned your house and rearranged shit." Laughter rang out all around and she waited for it to die down. "Any Raider, or any other brand of fucker, comes in here to make trouble, he'll get the same service. Now you better go clean that new face of yours up a little." Standing, she paused enough to deliver a resounding slap to the man's ass, then walked away to disappear within the crowd.
The gym rat managed to drag himself the remaining distance to the exit, and presumably on out to his vehicle. An aproned staff member with a mop and bucket cleaned blood from the floor. Rita slid into the booth beside the sobbing woman, then caught Falon's eye and lifted her chin to request his presence.
No one paid attention to Falon as he casually wove between tables and animated conversations while the band resumed their set with a rendition of Molly Hatchet's
Flirting With Disaster
. At the booth, Rita rose when he approached, and continued speaking to the woman.
Falon stopped at her side and worked to suppress his own pride in how she had handled the situation. She and the little blonde had executed epic humiliation on a deserving jerk.
And he was a damned idiot. Rita was
not
his woman. He had absolutely no right to any sort of pride in her actions. Too bad the warning fell on the deaf ears of whatever part of him generated pride. He gave himself a stern mental shake to bring his attention to what the woman was saying.
"…met him at a work function. I don't know why he targeted me. I'm nothing special, in any way. But he pursued me and the more I resisted, the harder he pushed. Before I knew it, he was following me everywhere I went, calling me dozens and dozens of times, day and night." She paused to wipe at the trickle of blood from her split lip. "I thought I could reason with him, just let him know clearly, once and for all, that I had no interest in a relationship with him. He would have raped me that time, if my boss hadn't come in and caught him. At least he was fired, so I no longer had to work with him. It should have gotten better, but the nightmare had only started."
The woman continued to tell the story of her ordeal, how the gym rat had stalked her, terrorized her, until she finally gave up and ran. The first time he tracked her down within a month and resumed his pursuit. She took more care the next time, and it took him nearly six months. By the time he found her, she had a relationship with a good man who insisted they stand their ground. The gym rat, taking a different approach, had simply observed them closely for the past three weeks.