Packing Heat(139)

The barman frowned. “Ain’t nobody you want to know, friend. Best just keep out of it.”

I nodded. “Okay then. Thanks.”

The assholes dragged the girl out of the bar and nobody said a word. The door shut behind them and everyone went back to laughing and talking like nothing had happened.

I sighed and stood up slowly. I checked the knife in my pocket and then headed slowly toward the front door. My heart was beating slowly in my chest, and I took a deep breath.

I really wasn’t looking for shit, but apparently shit had a way of finding me.

I pushed open the door and stepped out. Standing there was one of the goons with his arms crossed. He was short and stocky with a bald head and some shitty, racist tattoos on his neck.

“Turn around,” he grunted. “Private fucking party out here.”

I heard the girl struggling out in the parking lot. She wasn’t quite screaming, but I could tell she was angry and in pain.

“Sounds like someone needs help,” I said to the guy.

“I don’t hear a thing,” he said, stepping toward me. “Go back inside.” He lifted his shirt and showed me a pistol.

I laughed. “Seriously?”

He went to draw, but I moved faster. I grabbed the wrist he was drawing with and shoved it down. He stumbled forward, so I smashed my forehead into the dumb fuck’s nose.

Blood poured from his wound as I twisted our bodies and threw him to the ground. He hit the concrete hard. I pulled his wrist out from his pants, leaving the gun behind, and cracked him in the face with my free fist.

The guy was out cold. I made a face and pulled the gun from his body, just to be on the safe side.

A second later, his buddy came around the corner. “What the fuck?” he called out, pulling his piece.

“Don’t,” I said, already pointing my gun at his face. “You pull that gun and I’ll kill you.”

He paused, hesitating. I stood and walked over to him. “Turn around,” I said.

He put his hands up and listened. I grinned and put the gun against his back. I took his weapon from his waistband and threw it away into the woods.

“Walk,” I ordered.

We moved together across the parking lot. There, pressing the girl against the car, was their greasy fucking leader. He had the girl turned around and was working on getting her panties down.

“You with the tiny cock,” I called out. “Let the girl go or I’ll kill you and your fucking friend.”

The guy stopped and gaped at me, shocked. I grinned and waved the gun at him. “Step back from the girl.”

He frowned and stepped back, raising his hands in the air. His jeans fell down around his ankles.

The girl instantly got away from him, pulling her panties back up. She stared at me, tears in her eyes and a nasty bruise growing on her face.

“Did you punch this girl?” I asked the guy. I pushed his friend and made him walk over next to his leader. I lined them up, holding the gun level and steady.

“You don’t know what you’re doing, son,” the leader said. “I can clearly see that. You think you’re helping this girl, but you’re not. Walk away now and nothing will happen.”

I sighed. I did not like this motherfucker.

“I said, did you punch this girl?”

He spat on the ground. “Yeah. Bitch deserved it.”

I hit him as hard as I could in the eye with the butt of the gun. He dropped to the ground.

But he wasn’t unconscious. He groaned in pain, holding his face.

“There you go. Now you two are even, I think.” I leaned toward the guy. “Listen to me, motherfucker. You come near this girl again and I’ll kill you all. Got it?”

“You stupid cunt,” he said. “You’re messing with the wrong guys.”

“I’m going to pretend like you said, ‘yes sir, good sir,’ and leave it at that.”

“Fuck you,” the man said. I turned away and walked over to the girl.

“Come on,” I said to her.

“What?”

“Come on,” I said again.

She followed me as I walked across the parking lot.

“Wait,” she said. “My stuff.” She ran back over to the car and began stuffing her things back into a bag. I sighed and waited. When she was done, she kicked the guy on the ground as hard as she could before coming back toward me.

I grinned at her. “He deserved that.”

“He deserves worse.”

“Come on.” I went over to my car, unlocked it, and opened the door for her. “Get in.”

She gave me a look, like she wasn’t sure she could trust me. Frankly, that look made me fucking hard as hell. I’d never seen a girl with so much fire before.

I smirked at her. “I won’t bite. Get in the car before those guys decide to fight back.”