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Brick: Exiled Guardians MC 2
This is a Steamy, Sweet, Short Story Romance. No Cliffhangers. This is the second story in the Exiled Guardians MC Series. If you love short romances with insta love, hot love scenes, and a sweet story, then this one is for you.
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She’s standing over a downed man with a baseball bat in her hand. Her chest is heaving from the exertion and I should probably be pissed right now. Hell, I should probably be helping my brothers that are still fighting. But instead, I’m turned on as fuck.
She has on the waitress uniform for the Back Roads Bar. A pair of black shorts and tight black T-shirt that is knotted at her waist showing off her larger curves. I had noticed her as soon as we walked in and made sure to sit in her section. I’m not the only one that noticed her. Her long blond hair, curvy body and innocent look has my brothers watching her too.
She walked up to our table. “What can I get you?” Her eyes move around the table, but they keep coming back to me.
“Are you going to be dancing tonight?” Rider asks her with a grin. He glances over to the stage where a woman is pole dancing.
“No, I don’t dance, but I’ll get your beers for you.” She smiles at him.
I growl and don’t even realize I’m doing it until everyone at the table turns to me, including her. I must have been loud if they heard me over the blaring music. I don’t want her smiling at Rider. Hell, I don’t want her to smile at anyone but me. “Give her a break, Rider. We’ll take three beers.”
She stands there looking at me for a minute and then realizes she’s staring and turns around, rushing back to the bar.
“Dibs,” I tell Rancher and Rider as I watch her fine ass walk away.
“Technically, I talked to her first… rules are rules, brother.” Rider claps his hands and rubs them together. He’s crazy if he thinks I’m going to just let him make her one of his one-night stands. Just one look at her tells me there’s something special about her. I watch her across the room and she’s waiting on the bartender to give her the beers. She looks back at our table and I smile at her. Her lips lift on the ends and she looks away quickly.
I look over at Rider and he’s already lost interest in the waitress and is eyeing the dancers. Rancher is doing something on his phone.
When I look her way again she’s walking back toward us. She has a nervousness about her but she still smiles at me. Before she approaches the table, her face goes from a smile to fear and her eyes widen. I don’t have time to process what’s happening before Rancher, Rider and I are jerked from our seats.
I don’t even get a good look at my attackers before they try to take me down from behind. Whoever it is knows us… knows me. There are two men holding me and a third beating me. My body jerks with every punch. I struggle, trying to fight them all off. My brothers are in their own battles and I see the waitress start to walk toward us. “No!” I scream at her and she stops.
I fight and jerk my arms, but even me, the sergeant of arms of the Exiled Guardians, the strongest fucker of the club, I can’t break free. I jerk my hands trying to free myself, but I can’t, no matter how hard I pull.
All of a sudden I hear a loud crunch and the man in front of me jerks his head and falls to the ground. Only when he falls do I see that my girl, hell the girl I still don’t know the name of, has a baseball bat over her head, staring at the fallen man. One of the men holding me releases my arm to go toward her and it’s then that I get the upper hand. I take down both men easily, not wasting any time to get over to her.
“Are you okay?” I ask her and watch as she stares open mouthed at the man face down on the floor, bleeding from his head. It’s then that I see the name on his cut, Fallen Kings, rivals to the Exiled Guardians.
She doesn’t answer me. She’s staring at the man and I want to explain to her that head wounds bleed more than normal and that he’ll be okay. I’m sure she’s not used to violence, at least not where she gets involved. When she still doesn’t look at me or respond, I throw her over my shoulder and carry her over behind the bar.
When I put her down, she is still trying to look around me. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
All the people in the bar are watching us. Most bar fights, people jump in. Well, not when two rival clubs are going at it. People tend to stay out of our way.