Page 22 of Bourbon Truths
Rage boiled inside me, and I flipped around, dropped my hood, and stood to my full height.
Immediate shock ran through his eyes as he recognized me. From the look in his eyes, fear passed through him for a brief second before he started laughing, full-on clutching-his-stomach laughing.
“Oh fuck, just my luck. The local hero right in front of me. Did you shoot up before you came here?” he asked, still hunched over and laughing.
“It would be in your best interests if you dropped everything and left this bar,” I threatened between clenched teeth.
“And what the fuck are you going to do if I don’t?” the man said, standing tall now and puffing his chest out.
I was drunk, I would admit that, but I still knew my left hook from my right uppercut, and the jackass was two seconds away from meeting both of them.
“You’re a worthless piece of shit that gives this city a bad name,” he said, pushing my shoulder again, making me wobble back into the bar.
The seven or so drinks I had consumed were now testing my balance, but I could still see the man clearly. He had jackass written over his forehead, and soon my fist would be replacing it.
Jett must have seen the way my hands itched at my side because he stood and urged a hand against the man to give us some distance.
“Step down,” Jett warned.
“Aw, your boyfriend is coming to your rescue. You know—” the man pressed a finger to his chin “—you actually did the sport a favor by juicing up. Now we don’t have to watch a gay fuck like yourself prance around the ring, itching to grab some opponent’s balls.”
“Watch your fucking mouth,” Jett spat, getting angry and in the man’s face. Jett didn’t take kindly to discrimination and neither did I, for that matter, especially since Jett’s assistant was gay and probably one of the most thoughtful and admirable people we knew. The dude would do anything for Jett or me, and we would do the same.
Not wanting Jett to get involved, since he had a reputation to uphold, I stepped in front of him and said, “Get out of here, Jett.”
“Kace, do not do something stupid,” he warned.
“I’m not going to—” My words were cut off by the blow the man’s fist made to my jaw. My head flew back as blood flung from my mouth, splattering on the wall behind me. I fell back onto my stool, my head resting against the wall. It took me a second to register what had just happened, but once I was able to collect my thoughts, the pain in my jaw struck me like a fucking high. I actually enjoyed it.
Jett was seconds from plowing into the man, but I stopped him, shaking my head in response to the impact of the man’s punch.
“Fucking fairy, you need those steroids. You’re a fucking lightweight.”
Jett’s fist raised, but I stopped him once again. I knew Jett could easily take down this guy because I’d taught him everything he knew. Jett wasn’t one to mess with, but this was my problem.
“I got this,” I said. Jett nodded and stepped away. He knew when I needed to take care of my own business.
I took off my jacket and handed it to Jett. My biceps flexed under the confines of my tight white shirt, and my forearms revved up, ready to do some damage. The same feeling that took me over in the ring took over my body now as adrenaline started to flow through my veins, replacing the alcohol I’d spent the last few hours consuming.
Pure fear flashed through the man’s eyes as he observed my stance.
That’s right, fuckhead. Don’t mess with me.
“Go ahead, take another shot.” I egged him on while spitting a mouthful of blood to the side. “I fucking dare you to engage me. You want to know what talent is? I will fucking hand it to you on a silver platter. Go ahead, fucking test me one more time.”
“You’re not worth it,” the man said, waving his hand at me and taking a step back.
“Yeah, who’s a fucking pussy now? You’re all talk and cheap shots, but when it comes down to it, you know I can fucking destroy you. I made a living dicking people around with my fists. I would be more than happy to show you how it’s done.”
“What living? You have nothing now because you’re the moron who decided to take steroids.”
Grinding my teeth, I counted to ten before I exploded. There was no point in defending myself against the steroid allegations. I would just look like a whiney-ass bitch, so I kept my mouth shut and tried to keep my fist from plowing through his face.
He’s not worth it, he’s not worth it,I kept saying to myself over and over again.
I opened my eyes in time to see his fist fly at me and connect with my gut. I buckled over and coughed up more blood from the first blow he’d made to my face.
Laughter from the idiot filled the small bar. I looked up to see the man holding his stomach and pointing at me.
