Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(18)

Alisha is at pure ease with my brothers and my president’s woman. Chrystal immediately liked her and invited her out which made me happy. Chrystal doesn’t do shit like that if she doesn’t like you. She is tough as shit, and that is something you have to be if you are a president’s woman.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Alisha says and climbs off my lap. She sets her drink on the table and walks across the room, ignoring the bikers staring at her and her cut. It doesn’t fucking faze her at all.

“I like her, Techy,” Chrystal says.

I flash her a grin. I like her too. Who wouldn’t? She’s fucking sweet and way too innocent for someone like me, but I’m a selfish fuck. She’s mine. Nothing will change that. She was mine the minute her face popped up on my screen while I was tracking scum down.

I turn around in my chair and stare in the direction of the bathroom. This bar is owned by us, but there are multiple different biker’s club members here tonight. Some I haven’t ever met. Lane is here, and he’s our closest ally.

When Alisha leaves the bathroom, a big biker with a potbelly stumbled in her direction.

Hell no.

I stand up and march over, ready to beat someone’s head into the ground.

“What’s someone so innocent doing here?” he says to Alisha. My Alisha.

The guy is sweating like a pig. His white T-shirt is stained yellow from sweat and probably shit.

“Back away,” Alisha says sternly, and I feel proud of her.

The guy lifts his nasty, grubby hand toward her face, and I grab his hand. The guy turns to me.

Fear is what I see.

His face whitens, and I twist his wrist, breaking it. He falls to the floor, crying in pain.





Jordan just broke that man’s hand for attempting to touch my cheek. I gasp and stare at the guy in disbelief. Jordan tucks me into his side. I take a step back and hit something.

Behind me, a man equally as dirty as the man on the floor. I jump in Jordan’s arms, and he spins me around. He pushes me against his back so he is facing the man, his arm wrapped around my back, holding me to him.

Then I start to freak out. I grip his cut. No way am I letting him go.

“Back the fuck off,” Jordan roars.

Then chairs scoot across the floor. I let Jordan go so I can see what in the world is happening. Butch is standing directly beside me to my right. Trey is beside Jordan. Vinny is behind me, and farther to the left is Kyle. He is walking toward us with Chrystal tucked into his side. He stands beside Jordan, and Chrystal stands beside me.

“How many are there in front of us?” I ask her and try to peer over Jordan, but he pushes me behind him. I roll my eyes.

“Just twenty or so,” she says, waving her arm like this is normal.

But my mind is stuck on twenty.

Twenty bikers against five. I start to panic because I don’t want Jordan to get hurt.

“Honey, these guys could take twenty guys with their arms tied behind their backs. Butch and Kyle are SEALs, Vinny and Trey are trained, and Jordan is Special Forces. Nobody can touch us.” She smiles reassuringly, but I can’t get over it—twenty bikers.

“You’re in my bar. You leave or face the consequences,” Kyle threatens the bikers.

Far too many men chuckle.

“Man, if you knew what was good for you, you would run. These men aren’t someone you fuck with, a voice I don’t recognize hollers throughout the room.

“That fucker.” Jordan stiffens, and I put my hands on his hips.

“Broke a member of my club’s hand. We can’t let shit like that pass,” a member of the other club says.

“He tried to touch an enforcer’s woman. She has her property patch on,” Kyle says in a menacing voice, and chills move up my spine.

“That shit means nothing.” The man who I assume is their president laughs. “Let me see the little shit that caused this ruckus.”

All of the men in front of us start laughing, and I take a tighter hold on Jordan’s hips.

I feel heat at my back and look behind me. Vinny has moved in closer and looks ready to fight. Oh my gosh, what is happening?

“Dead man,” Butch mutters, and I jolt.

It’s so much worse than I thought. Chrystal is shaking her head, and when she catches me looking, she purses her lips.

“These men are stupid fucks. They must want to get their faces pounded in.”

I look at her in horror. How can she be so calm? I know that these men can take care of themselves, but I don’t want Jordan hurt. I don’t want any of these men hurt.

“Surround the women!” Kyle yells.

And that sets everything into motion. Chrystal grabs my hand. Vinny steps up behind us, and Butch moves in beside me close. Trey moves in next to Chrystal. Our men in front of us. They are closing us in.