Page 21 of Wheelie's Challenge
Wheelie felt fingernails scratching up his back, and he spun around and met Brenda’s grinning face. “Hey.” He took a step back.
“From the look on your face, I can see you’re surprised to see me.” She glanced at Rags. “Hi there.”
“Hey, Brenda. What the fuck are you doing here?” Rags asked.
“Tigger invited me. I wanted to see how you guys party.” She reached out and touched Wheelie’s forearm.
Rags moved in closer. “We party pretty hard and wild.” He nudged Wheelie with his elbow. “Right?”
“Yep. Did you lose Tigger?”
“He’s around somewhere. Anyway, I was hoping to bump into you. I mean, I’m notwithhim. I just came to the party at his invitation.”
“In the biker world, that means you’re with him. At least for the party,” Rags said.
“What if I wanna be with someone else?” She took a step forward and pressed her palms against Wheelie’s chest.
Before he could do anything, Tigger staggered over. “What the fuck are you doing with my woman?” He stood holding his elbows wide from his body with his chest thrust out.
“Last time I looked, you already had a woman—Sofia.” Wheelie leaned back.
Tigger’s nostrils flared and a vein in his temple pulsed. “How the fuck is it your business?” Spit shot from his mouth.
Not taking his eyes off Tigger, Wheelie wiped his face then stared at him while clenching one of his fists. “Move on and stop trying to impress a woman who’s not all that interested in you.”
“Fuck, dude,” Rags said behind him.
Blotches of red stained Tigger’s face and head. “You’re just fuckin’ pissed ’cause Brenda’s with me.”
“Not really.” Wheelie took a long pull on his beer, his gaze still fixed on Tigger’s. Glancing behind Tigger, he could see Brenda’s eyes shining and her face spread with excitement from the two men fighting over her.This has nothing to do with you. It’s all about Sofia.
“Leave it alone, dude,” Bones said, grabbing hold of Tigger’s arm.
He shook away from Bones’ grip. “Leave me the fuck alone! This asshole’s got something to say to me.”
Wheelie sneered. “I don’t have shit to say to you. You’re the one who came up to me.”
A savage grin split Tigger’s face. “I guess I did.”
Wheelie saw his arms flex and before he raised his fists, Wheelie threw down his beer bottle, and it broke in a blast of foam and glass shards as he ducked Tigger’s first swing. Wheelie knew Tigger was a good fighter, and he, along with most of the brothers, suspected he took steroids, so he kept his gaze on Tigger’s fists and legs.
Back and forth they went, ducking blows and circling round and round. Brenda cried out, “Be careful, Wheelie,” and for a split second it distracted him, and that’s all it took for Tigger to punch him in the face.
Fuck, that hurt!For a second his vision was fuzzy and pain radiated through him, but then the adrenaline kicked in, numbing the discomfort. With a loud growl, he spun halfway around while looking over his shoulder then kicked Tigger right below his sternum. The biker keeled over and Wheelie stood back breathing heavily.
After several seconds, Tigger rose to his feet.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Banger asked as he broke through the crowd that had gathered around the two men.
Tigger’s eyes bulged as he tried to speak, but nothing came out. With trembling lips, he sucked in several deep breaths.
“What the hell did you do to him?” Skeet said, rushing over to his friend.
“He’ll be fine. Just got the wind kicked out of him,” Wheelie said. He’d learned that move in Taekwondo, and it’d served him well in many fights.
“You were wonderful,” Brenda gushed.
“Get your fuckin’ ass in my office. Now!” Banger yelled at Wheelie.
