Page 31 of Sangre
After the show was over, people started heading out of the square toward the large parking lot. Isla looked at both men and smiled. “That was good.”
“Let’s go,” Benz said in a hard voice.
“I wanted to tell you about how Sangre and I got back in contact, but it was too loud before. Anyway, his company is the one watching over me. I had no idea, but it turns out that Sangre is Steve. I’ve mentioned him to you, remember? It’s such a small world. So Sangre is on duty tonight.”
“And you decided to hang out with your bodyguard at a public place where there are a ton of people and any wacko could off you? Smart.” He tapped against her temple. “Real smart.”
Sangre growled. “No one’s gonna hurt her when I’m around.”
“Isla. You forgot to mention that you have Superman guarding you. Bullets and shit can bounce off him.”
In less than a second, Sangre had the front of Benz’s T-shirt crumpled in his fist, as he shook the pale drummer hard. “I don’t go for any fucker disrespecting me, especially sniveling pansy asses like you.”
“Sangre! Let him go. He didn’t mean anything, I promise. Benz has a caustic tongue sometimes.”
“I don’t like it, ass wipe. Next time, think before you fuckin’ speak, or I’ll rip thatcaustictongue right outta your big mouth. Got it?” He threw Benz on the ground, and Isla bent down next to him, taking his hand and helping him up. “Keith will take over my shift.” He whipped out his phone and called him, then looked at her. “I’ll drive to your house and leave when Keith shows up.”
Wiping off the dust from his jeans, Benz shook his head. “She’s coming to the hotel with me. I’ll watch her.”
“What the hell did I just warn you about opening your mouth? I don’t give a shit what you have to say.” He turned to Isla. “This is your call.”
Looking at the ground, she shrugged. “I’m going home.”
Benz pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m going with you.”
His pulse sped and he bared his teeth, but Benz avoided looking at him.
“Whatever,” Isla muttered and began to walk toward his Harley.
“I have the rental car. You’re going with me.”
Sangre followed them as they drove to her house. When Isla opened the front door, she smiled at him, and he lifted his chin at her. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he was madder than shit at her. He wanted nothing more than to drag the ass wipe out of her house and send him on his way.I’m acting like a damn pussy. She’s dated this asshole for a while. Why shouldn’t he be with her? Why the fuck does it piss me off so much that he is? Grrr!He pounded his fist on his handlebars, anxious for Keith to come and take over.
The living room curtains moved, and he saw Isla peeking out, her nose placed against the glass. Ignoring her, he looked up into the inky darkness covered in sparkling stars. The rumble of an engine focused his attention behind him, and he saw Keith’s blue Suburban driving toward him.
Sangre shook hands with Keith then jumped on his bike. The roar of the engine garnered another peek from behind the curtain. Pulling away from the curb to make a U-turn, he glanced at the window, but she was gone.
