Cain's Darkness(33)

He snorted, and glanced over his shoulders at his friends, who weren’t watching anymore. When he looked back at her his smile faded, and he moved a step closer. “I’m not afraid of some guy wearing a leather vest or thinking he is tough shit.”

Just walk away now, asshole. Cain is not just a guy in a leather vest with an attitude problem or acting like he’s tough.

He leaned in another inch, inhaled deeply, and said in a disgustingly aroused voice, “You smell so good.”

Violet turned her head, and tried to push past him, but he countered her steps, blocking her from leaving. She sighed, exasperated that he was being annoying in his advances. “Listen, I know you’re drunk, and obviously don’t know that what you’re doing to get your ass kicked, but I am trying to help you out.” She shouldn’t care if he got his ass handed to him by Cain when he finally came out of the restaurant and saw that the guy was bothering her. But she didn’t want any more trouble, didn’t want the night being ruined by this guy that was drunk and obnoxious. She went to push him away, but her foot got caught on his shoe and she fell forward. Bracing her hands forward, her palms got scraped up when she landed on the pavement.

“Damn, girl. Walk much?” he said and started laughing. His friends happened to look over then, and they started laughing as well. Her anger and irritation grew, and when he reached down to wrap his hands around her waist she pushed him off. He came back again, his hands closer to her ass now, and she pushed herself up and stared at him, her face feeling hot with anger.

“Stop.”

He reached for her again, his laughter increasing when he glanced down at her torn knee in her leggings, and her scraped hands. “You got fucked, girl.” He lifted a hand, as if to push her hair off her shoulder, and she smacked him away.

“No. Don’t touch me.” The front door opened to the restaurant, and she saw Cain walk out, and search for her before finally spotting her. The anger that morphed his face as he took in her appearance was tangible. He let out this low growl when he saw the guy still standing in front of her. Cain charged forward. He grabbed the man that had been next to her, tossed him aside, and stared off at the other four men that were just a few feet from where they stood. The man that was on the ground staggered up, and moved forward, having balls of steel. Cain was enraged, though, and that was clear by his red face, and the way he roared out as he slammed his fist into the other man’s face. He was a monster as he moved forward again, and although she was so stunned by the violence coming from Cain, because she was now experiencing it firsthand again after so many years later, she couldn’t feel sympathy for the asshole that had been advancing on her. He kept coming after Cain, saying curses and insults, his drunken voice thick and slurred from the alcohol he’d ingested. He was a fool, not just because he was blitzed, but because he was stupid, too. The guy’s friends were off to the side, their expression stunned, wide-eyed, and their mouths open. No doubt they had never seen a man like Cain in their life.

“Pussy ass motherfucker,” the guy currently bleeding out of his nose said and chuckled.

“Dude, shut the hell up and just back off,” one of his friends said.

Her eyes widened fractionally as she watched the man swing out at Cain, but her biker grabbed the fist, twisted the man’s arm back until he cried out in pain, and then Cain slammed his fist into the guy’s face until he fell on his ass.

“When a woman says back off, you do just that, motherfucker,” Cain said and spit on the ground beside the groaning man on the pavement. Cain turned and faced the four friends, but they were smarter than their buddy, held up their hands in surrender, and moved over to the guy on the ground. They hauled his ass up, and she heard the distinct sound of sirens in the background.

“We need to go. Someone called the cops.”

Cain faced her, walked over to her in three fast steps, and wrapped his arms around her in a fierce hug. “You’re okay, sweetheart?”

She nodded against his chest, but didn’t want to speak or have a long conversation about this here. They needed to get going or Cain would be tossed in jail if the ones that called the cops identified him. The other five men were already leaving. Once Cain had her on the back of his bike, straddled the machine, and grabbed her arms to wrap around his waist, they were off. She closed her eyes and tightened her hands together, knowing that Cain was not a man that solved his problems by trying to talk things out. He handled things with his fists and with violence. Although Violet wasn’t the type of person that liked to watch violence play out, she loved Cain, knew he was like this, and would never change, and she was okay with that. He did what he did to protect the ones he loved, and how could she be upset because of that?