Page 42 of Sangre
Jeffers face grew redder and Sangre snorted. “You got something you want to say to me?” he said to Sangre, his hands gripping the side of the table.
“Nope.”
“What the hell’s with the attitude? I just stopped by to say hi to you and Jordan.”
Sangre wiped his mouth, pushed the empty plate away, and rested his elbows on the table. “The first thing is that she just told you her name’s Isla, not Jordan. It’s not that hard to remember… Which brings me to the second thing—I’m not Steve, I’m Sangre. So, if some dude comes over and uses the wrong name, the fucker can’t expect me to answer. Got it?”
“I refuse to call you Sangre. I won’t recognize that outlaw club you’re in.” Jeffers looked at Isla. “And you think you’re high-and-mighty because you live in LA and have a band. Do you know you’re sitting with a damn criminal?”
“I wouldn’t keep this up if I were you,” Sangre’s voice was low and hard.
Jeffers stepped back. “Are you threatening me? You can’t be serious. I could run your ass in right now for threatening an officer.”
Glancing at him, Sangre cracked his knuckles and held his chin high. “It’s time you moved on. Maybe you can find an old lady who hasn’t picked up her dog’s shit in the park.”
The veins in his forehead strained against the skin as Nick glared at him. “Stand up. I’m taking you in.” His hand flew to his duty belt.
“This is ridiculous,” Isla said.
Jeffers head snapped in her direction. “You shut the fuck up,Jordan. If you keep up with your haughty and snobbish attitude, something bad may happen to you like it did to Lizbeth Kelly and Sharla Davidson.” Isla gasped, and he laughed dryly.
Sangre noticed that Isla’s face had gone from a rosy hue to a gray pallor. “Get the fuck outta here.”
“I’m not Wexler! I don’t kiss the ass of scum. You think just ’cause you’re in a biker gang that you can do whatever the hell you want? No fucking way. Now get your ass up, or I’ll drag you up.” Spittle gathered in the corners of his mouth.
“Go ahead and do it, but just note that’ll it’ll be the last thing you ever do in your fuckin’ life.” An edgy, twitchy feeling wrapped around his muscles and nerves.If he lays one goddamn finger on me, he’s a goner. It’ll be worth the prison term.
Jeffers stood with his hand on his belt, staring at Sangre. Neither of them moved a muscle; the tension crackled between them. It was as if Jeffers was waiting for him to make the first move, and he was waiting for the flunky cop to do the same. Nobody was giving an inch as each held their ground.
“What’s going on?” Wexler asked behind Jeffers.
“Nothing,” Sangre said to the sheriff.
“This asshole threatened me. I was ready to arrest him.” Jeffers took out a pair of handcuffs.
“Now hold on and put those things away.” Wexler looked at Sangre. “Did you threaten Deputy Jeffers?” Sangre clenched his teeth and stared. The sheriff cleared his throat and looked at Isla. “Did you hear Sangre threaten my deputy?”
“No, not at all. As a matter of fact, your officer threatened me. He said that if I didn’t shut up, I’d end up like Sharla Davidson. How can he go around saying things like that to women? Something’s off with him.”
Wexler shoved his hands into his pockets and stepped back. Sangre could see a muscle in his jaw pulsing. “Did you say that to this young lady?” he asked in a low voice.
“I was just warning her to be careful. She’s taking it out of context.”
“Man the fuck up,” Sangre gritted.
Jeffers slammed his fist on the table, making Isla jump. “See the way he talks to a police officer? We shouldn’t have to put up with that bullshit.”
The sheriff shook his head. “Let’s go,” he said to Jeffers.
“Aren’t you going to arrest him? He threatened me.” Nick followed Wexler out of the diner.
“What the hell was that all about? I’m glad the sheriff came. I was afraid that jerk was going to arrest you.”
“I’d never let that asshole do anything to me.”
“Wow, it was luck that the sheriff walked in.”
Sangre glanced over at Tammy and nodded at her. Her smile widened then she spun around and went into the kitchen. “Who are Sharla Davidson and Lizbeth Kelly? When he mentioned their names you went white as a ghost.”
