A Real Bad Boy

By: Kaylee Song

Chapter One



Zach



I'd never been very good at keeping my ass out of trouble.

Tonight wasn't any different.

I knew that the moment I saw her hands go up and push that man away that I was going to be in for a rough one. My body reacted before my brain did and I was up out of my seat, marching towards them, my fist already balled.

I just wanted a fucking scotch.

I barreled towards the jukebox where he had her pinned and grabbed the piece of shit by the collar, flinging him back. I didn’t know either of them, but that didn’t matter. I’d never let a man hurt a woman in my presence.

Never.

“She told you to fucking lay off,” I growled as I looked him over. I could take him easily and I knew it. I just didn’t want it to get to that. I never wanted it to get to that. But it always did.

“Fuck you, man. This is between us.” The man puffed up his chest and tried to look like he was big and tough, but I could see right through that bullshit.

He was a slime ball if I’d ever seen one. Greasy hair, muscular, sunken cheeks. A fucking user at that. I could tell by the look in his eyes. He looked like an athlete gone belly up. And he was taking it out on this poor woman.

Not anymore.

“Like fuck it is, you prick. You fucking back the hell off or I’ll make you.” It was the closest thing I could give to a warning, and I knew the reality—I was so close to snapping and this was the last chance to hold me back.

“Fuck you.” He pushed me and I knew it was over. All I saw was a flash of bright white light as I grabbed the son of a bitch and slammed him down to the ground. It was so all so easy. He was nothing compared to me. I was trained for it. Each movement, each connecting slam of my fists into his flesh. It was what I was born to do.

I didn’t know how much time had elapsed, and I didn’t care. I just wanted to end him.

I’d forgotten all about the woman I was protecting, the one who was screaming in my ear as blood spilled from the man’s face out onto the wood floor of the bar.

It wasn’t until Mick pulled me off him that I even realized where I was. That the white receded and my vision was restored.

The man on the ground was writhing in pain, his face covered in blood, his lip slit, eye already swelling shut. He’d be fine. I didn’t do that much damage. Nothing was broken.

At least he was alive. I spit on the floor and looked around, no guilt clouding my mind. I’d warned his ass.

“You all right?” I asked the woman, but as soon as I took a step towards her, she shrank away. “Don’t come near me,” she warned.

“I was just trying to help.” I blinked then looked at Mick.

“I think you’d better leave, Zach. Come back tomorrow. Go cool off and get your drink somewhere else.” Mick was always there for me, knew exactly what I needed, so I just nodded to him and walked away.

I didn’t fucking need this shit.

I walked down the alley and across the street to my second favorite bar in town. Dillion’s. It was always there to soothe me when I had a hard day, and especially after I got booted from Mick’s.

I threw myself down onto a bar stool and waved to the bartender. I didn’t even have to tell him what I wanted; the man poured the drink and handed it over to me.

“Thanks, Dan.” I took a sip, top shelf shit, not that cheap stuff. Exactly what I needed. My knuckles were bloody, but that was it. I’d gotten so good at it that I didn’t need a damn change of clothing anymore.

“What’ll it be tonight, Zach? A girl or a fight?” he asked as he leaned across the bar. He knew my style.

I didn’t say anything at first, I just looked around. It was then that I saw her. She was just standing there at a pub table, a drink in her hand. Alone.

Willow Ford. I’d know that flaming red hair anywhere I went. I thought she’d moved away. But she was back and looking so much more grown up than I remembered her. Her dress molded to her curves, and I could tell what she was here for. What she wanted. Me.

She just didn’t know it yet.

“Both.” I grabbed my drink and made my way towards her. She was alone. I could tell by the look in her eyes. I’d seduced so many women right here in this bar. With that look. The one that said they were desperate for company. Desperate for love.

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