Page 38 of Sangre
Chapter Eleven
Sangre pushed theblonde back. “What the fuck?” he growled as his gaze followed Isla until she disappeared down the hallway. For several seconds they’d been connected then the bitch had to come over and throw her tits in his face. The way Isla stalked away told him she was pissed, and that made him feel good even though he knew it shouldn’t.
“I came over to say hi and to see if you’re interested in having some fun. It’s been a long time, Sangre. I heard you’re in between bitches. Remember the last time you were like that? We had some good and dirty fun, baby.” She leaned forward again, but he put his hands on her shoulders and held her at bay.
“Not tonight. I’m here with a friend of mine and some of my brothers.” He pointed at Shotgun. “Hit him up. He’s usually up for it.”
“Are you sure you don’t wanna play?” She stuck out her lower lip as she ran her fingers down his arm.
“Yeah.” He fixed his eyes back at the hallway. Shaking her head, the blonde moved away and walked toward Shotgun.
I should be playing with blondie or hanging with my brothers, but instead, I’m sitting here, staring at the doorway and watching for Isla. Fuckin’ lame.Since he’d started hanging around with her, he’d been acting like a damn pussy. Like the way he had acted a few nights before when that ass wipe drummer was hanging all over her. He’d been pissed as hell, and when the asshole went into the house with her, it was all he could do from breaking down the door and dragging his ass out of there. After that, he’d arranged for other guards to stand sentinel because he didn’t want to be near her. He was madder than fuck that he’d been jealous. That shit didn’t happen to him with chicks, but for some damn reason it did with her.
Jay and Isla holding hands after school played through his mind. He’d been so damn pissed when his buddy started dating Isla. Of course, he’d never let on that it bothered him, but each time he saw them together, it was like an electric shock to his system. He’d even arranged to double date with them for his junior prom.I was acting fucking lame even back then with her.
Then he saw Isla come back into the bar, and the way several of the men checked her out made his blood boil, but he couldn’t blame them. She was a walking wet dream with those luscious curves, firm, rounded ass, and tits that were begging him to touch. A guy in a leather jacket said something to her that made her stop. Then he dipped his head down and spoke into her ear. Her full lips curved into a smile, and in Sangre’s mind, all he could see was that tempting mouth of hers wrapped around his hard cock.Dammit!
When the man’s hand curled around her upper arm, tugging her closer to him, Sangre sprinted from the bar and was by her side in four long strides. Glaring at the dude, he drew her to him. “Back the fuck off,” he gritted.
Puffing his chest out, the biker bared his teeth. “You want a problem?”
Swinging Isla behind him, Sangre’s jaw tightened. “I already got one. You.”
Isla tugged on his cut. “Forget about it. Let’s go.”
He turned his head sideways. “Go back to the table.”
“No. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Before he could answer, the guy’s hand slammed into his jaw and patrons jumped away, standing to the side of them. Another blow came his way, but Sangre was prepared for it and ducked in time while throwing a punch low to the biker’s belly. The scraping of chairs and the rush of footsteps gave room to the two men as they fought it out. Sangre hoped Isla had gone to the table.
Hands grabbed his arm as he raised it in the air ready to pummel his opponent. “What the fuck?” he screamed out, trying to jerk out of the viselike hold.
“Take it outside,” a burly man with a ZZ-Top beard said as he pulled Sangre back.
“We don’t want the place trashed, dude,” Jorge, part owner of Cuervos, said.
Steel and another dude held the other guy, who glared at Sangre, his nostrils flaring. “Just chill the fuck out. Either move on, or I’ll throw your ass out,” Steel said.
The man shook his head. “This is bullshit.”
The busty blonde ran up to him, her fingers running through his hair. “Oh, baby. You did good. Let me help you out.” She wiped his sweaty brow with a damp towel. In his peripheral vision, he saw Isla’s face contort as she stormed away.
Pulling away from the bearded guy, he shrugged off the blondie. “Enough. I’m good,” he said to her.
Steel looked at Sangre and pointed at the guy. “You done with this shit or you wanna take it outside?”
Craning his neck, he tried to see if Isla had gone back to the old ladies. “Nah. I gotta find Isla.” He spun around and stalked to the table. When he approached, he didn’t see her.
“What happened to you?” Chelsea gasped.
“I got in a fight.”
“Was all that ruckus you?” Raven said, handing him a bunch of napkins.
Nodding, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. “Do you know where Isla is?”
“She told us she was going to the ladies’ room,” Breanna answered. Creases formed on her forehead. “But that was a while ago. She should be back by now.”
