Chaotic (L.O.R.D.S. #7) — Chapter no 78

SEV ENTY-EIGHT

KASH TON

sit at the biker bar in the middle of nowhere. It’s where she al‐I ways led me to when I followed her. I needed something to drink.

“Iris” by The Goo Goo Dolls plays through distorted speakers.

“Another,” I mumble to the brunette bartender.

“Yes, sir,” she says softly, grabbing the bottle.

“Just give it to me.”

Her eyes meet mine appre hensively. “I’m sorry?”

“The bottle.” I place my elbow on the bar and gesture with my fin‐

gers for her to give it to me.

“I don’t think—”

I reach over and rip it from her hands before tossing a few hun‐ dred-dollar bills on the bar for her to take. “Leave me,” I order.

She spins and runs to the other end of the bar, happy to get away from me. I know I look like shit, but I fit in here. It’s not a safe space for anyone.

I tip the bottle back as I feel some one coming up next to me. “Hey, sugar.”

I ignore her. I’m not here for pussy or anyone’s company. Just had to get away from Carnage and my broth ers, their wives. Eve’s fu‐ neral was three days ago, and their concern for my life was suffo cat‐ ing. I was beginning to feel like I was al ready buried with her. Un‐ able to breathe. And Janice kept bringing me food and asking why I wasn’t eating what she had dropped off from the pre vious day. I un‐ derstand everyone is just trying to help, but I want to be left alone.

A hand touches the sleeve of my jacket, and I tense. “Get away from me before I snap your fuck ing neck.”

She gasps, yanking her hand back, and then storms off. I take an‐ other swig from the bottle and then set it down, gesturing to the bartender once again.

“Yes, sir?” she asks softly over the song that seems to be on re‐

peat. I’m getting a headache.

“Another bottle.”

“Uh…” She raises her eyes to look over at some one and then places her attention back on me. “Yes, sir.”

I knock the one back in my hands, hoping I drown in it, but no such luck. Maybe the next one will do it.

“Here you go, sir.” She places a full bottle of bourbon in front of me.

It’s got to be the cheapest you can get, but whatever. I don’t even taste it.

I go to pick it up, but it’s snatched from the bar top before I can get it. “Did you threaten to snap my ole lady’s neck?” a guy hisses from beside me.

The bartender takes off once more, and I hold in a sigh. “I’m not in the mood to pay for pussy.”

“Are you calling her a whore?” he yells.

I laugh, imag ining what my wife would be doing right now if she were here. Eve would al ready be up on her feet, hand gripping the bottle and swinging. No questions asked. Well, if I’m being honest, she would have bro ken that bitch’s nose who touched me, and I’d be beating this guy’s ass, defending my Lady’s actions.

“Here.” I dig into the pocket of my leather jacket and toss him a dollar. “This is probably what she’s worth.”

My head is slammed into the bar in the next second.

“Moth er fucker.” He grips the back of my jacket, yanking me from the chair and shoving me to the nasty bar floor with a punch to my

face.

Fuck, it feels good.

“Get him up,” the guy barks.

I’m grabbed and brought to my feet. When my knees give out, two men stand on either side of me, helping hold me up by my arms.

I give a bloody smile to the man who stands in front of me, be‐ cause this is what I’ve wanted since I held my wife’s body in my

arms.

To die.