Alexis Abbott [Abbott - Bones

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I feel the force ripple up from my rough, cracked knuckles through my tattooed forearm and thick bicep as my fist finds its mark right where I want it, smack in the middle of the assholes nose and send him half-sprawled against the bar and into the people next to him. Hes a big guy, and he nearly knocks the other customers over, but I dont care. Im seeing red.

And this fucker is gonna be spitting red by the time Im done with him.

Get up! I bark down at him as he stares up at me wide-eyed probably still seeing stars instead of the biker about to knock him the fuck out. Whats the matter, fuckhead? Didnt bring enough roofie for me too? Am I too much man for you?

The guy looks up at me, and I can almost see the gears in his mind turning as he realizes that I am in fact the leather-clad biker who just socked him in the face.

You hear me? I shout, rolling my shoulders back and straightening my kutte before I roll my shoulders back. Get on your fuckin feet, Im not about to fight a man on the ground.

It was around eleven oclock last time I checked the time at a bar in a middle-of-nowhere town called Pine Haven, Wyoming. Outside, the sky is silent and clear, the stars are beautiful, and the air is clean. Inside, the smell of stale smoke is hanging in the air, the sound of harsh music is thrumming from an old jukebox with its glass broken, and the whole bar is getting riled up as I stand back and the guy I just threw down with puts a hand on the bar to push himself up.

Hey hey hey, take this shit outside! Eli the bartender tries to shout, and he reaches over the bar to put a hand on the shoulder of the guy I punched.

But the guy shakes his shoulder away from the bartender and stands up to his full height, and he is most definitely looking down at me. Considering how tall I am, thats impressive. The rest of the bar has directed its attention squarely to us by now. This bar isnt exactly the kind of place you go looking for a fight, but it has its rough edges. About five seats worth of people have gotten up from their places at the bar to give us a wide berth. Most of them look a little surprised that a fight is breaking out so suddenly, but none of them look too bent out of shape about it either.

The one person acting differently is the girl behind the big guythe girl whose drink I saw him about to drug. The evidence is still sitting on the bar just inches from her drink, right where his hand was before I yanked him back and showed him what I thought about that. I barely had a chance to get a good look at her, and I still dont, but one glimpse past his shoulder is all I need to make eye contact, and thats all the time I need to know shes the most beautiful thing Ive ever laid eyes on.

All this happened in a matter of seconds, and each one feels like an hour. The fucker I decked must be able to see straight again, because his face turns red, and he lunges with a blow that just barely misses my ear as I dodge him to the right, letting him bowl past my body and stumble past me as I jeer at him from behind.

Come on, big guy, how were you gonna get your girl home when youre that far gone? I quip, laughing at the man to get him good and pissed off.

On top of being big and burly, even by my standards, the guy has a pretty damn classically handsome face, to boot. He isnt a biker, that much is for sure. Hes not wearing a kutte, and hes dressed a little too nice for this place, just enough to tell me he isnt a regular. Of course he isnt a regular. Bastard probably wouldnt risk drugging girls at his regular watering hole. If I have my way, hell be drinking through a straw the rest of his life anyway, so it wont matter.

You just made a big mistake, he says in that stiff voice that barely contains the anger boiling under the surface.

I know that tone. It comes from a very rigorous kind of conditioning, and the guys buzz cut and stiff posture all make sense now. This guy has military training, I have no doubt about it. And is that about to stop me from tearing him a new asshole?

Nah.

Youre the one with the bloody nose, boss, I said, putting my fists up and getting ready for him.

He didnt like that much.

To the guys credit, he was no novice. When he came in again, he didnt do anything stupid like pull his arm back to give me a good idea of where the punch was coming from or leave a limb too exposed for me to catch. But I had gone toe to toe with some of the meanest sons of bitches on this side of the Rockies.

He had also been drinking, and that meant all that fancy military hand-to-hand combat training was on training wheels. When he comes back for more, he isnt nearly as clean and tactical. He tries to grab me, and like most bar fights do, ours ends up staggering aside as we struggle against each other. My arms are busy keeping his off me, but he gets one of his free long enough to throw a punch that catches me across my jaw.

In return, I tighten my grip on his shirt and pull him closer so that I can crack that very same spot on his bleeding nose with my thick forehead.

Fuckin Christ! he shouts as he covers his nose, and when I see the whites of his eyes again, theyre showing furious red veins.

He growls as he barrels toward me again, and this time, I have to receive all however-many-hundreds of pounds of this guy there is as it pushes me back into the barstools. As I go back, I catch myself on the bar with one hand, and I throw a quick jab that catches his eye with the other fist. In the split second that buys me, I reach out and grab his collar in an iron grip.

Also in that split second, I catch the sound of the bartender shouting over the phone, which means security is on its way, which means I need to wrap this up quick.