Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
There were several guys waiting around Flynn’s Café, so he knew he wouldn’t be alone. Flynn’s Café wasn’t too far from the bar, and as he arrived, he saw a couple of cars parked outside.
“How long have they been in there?” Daniel asked.
“Ten minutes,” Cyrus said.
He saw Hank and Louis were waiting.
At the sound of furniture crashing, Daniel had heard enough, so he made his way into the café. Cyrus had already given him a baseball bat.
He didn’t give a shit what kind of mess he was about to walk into, no one threatened his woman and got away with it.
As he reached the door, he saw the dumb fucks hadn’t locked it, so they must have thought no one would disturb them. He could understand that. Nearly everyone was at the fucking bar.
He stepped into the café, and saw Amy held immobile. A large guy stood behind her, holding her hands even as she fought him. There was blood trailing from her lip, and he saw it had been split. Anger consumed Daniel.
One glance around the café, and he saw three men, four if he included the one holding Amy, and then the little shit who got rejected.
“This café is closed,” the rejected bastard said.
“No, it’s not.”
Cyrus, Hank, and Louis were at his back, and they each had their weapon of choice. The men looked larger than all of them, but Daniel didn’t give a shit. He’d seen harder and tougher-looking men. These assholes were nothing.
“I suggest you let the woman go.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. That woman is about to learn some manners, and it’s about time for a man to teach her where she’s going wrong. If you want your precious little town to remain yours, you’ll leave. I’m going to have my fun, and then I’ll be gone.”
“That’s my problem,” Daniel said, moving closer, but one of the guards put a hand on his chest, attempting to stop him. “That there is my woman, and you’re not having any fucking fun with her.”
The rejected bastard sighed and then moved closer toward him, clearly thinking because he had a few men with him he could do whatever the hell he wanted to.
He took a step toward Daniel and held out a checkbook. “How much will it cost me for you to fuck off?”
“You think you can buy me off?” Daniel asked.
“Everyone has a price, and besides, a man like you can have any pussy.”
He stared into the asshole’s eyes, and the son of a bitch truly believed he could simply write a check and Daniel would leave. Daniel started to laugh and looked at Cyrus, Hank, and Louis, who all joined him in laughter, but it was fake, and he wasn’t going to play nice. Then, he brought his head right down on the bastard’s nose.
Before any of them could move, Daniel drew his bat, slamming it into the back of the guy’s head who attempted to stop him.
Cyrus, Hank, and Louis went into action, and it didn’t take them long to have all three of the guards unconscious on the floor. The only one awake was the one holding Amy, who looked ready to run at a moment’s notice, and the rejected bastard, who cupped his nose as blood spurted out of it.
It was some of his best work. The ugly bastard looked far prettier with a broken nose.
Daniel pointed his bat toward the shit holding Amy. “You’ve got two choices. Let her go, walk away, and we might not hurt you, or I am definitely going to hurt you.”
The guard let Amy go. “Look, I don’t want any trouble. I’m paid to look the other way and keep my mouth shut. I didn’t want to fucking come to Lost Creek. You guys … are fucking crazy. I tried to tell them that problems become ghosts in this town.” He kept mumbling about what was going wrong and how he just wanted a nice, steady job.
Daniel had heard enough. “Leave.”
None of his men attacked the guard as he left the café; clearly the town’s reputation had preceded them.
Amy stepped away and Daniel moved toward her. He ran his fingers down her arm. “You need to go into the kitchen while I deal with this,” he said.
She looked toward the rejected fucker on the floor, and then nodded her head.
He watched her go, the door to the kitchen closing, and Daniel turned back toward the loser on the floor.
“I warned you. You should have stayed away,” Daniel said.
“You can’t kill me. You’ve got to let me go.”
“Actually, I don’t have to do anything of the sort. I can do whatever the hell I want. You’re in Lost Creek now, and I don’t think you understand what happens to those that fuck with us. They get kind of lost.”