Conan
We should have gone home after the prick attacked Josie. I don’t know what would have happened if we did, because watching her kick ass was a serious turn-on.
“We’ll keep an eye on him in case he decides to come back,” Scott, the owner, said.
“Lucky bastard. I should have got my hands on him,” I grumbled.
“I already got the information. There’s no need to pulverise him,” my mate said
Scott and I shared a look. “There’s always a need to pulverise someone,” I said.
“Weren’t you scared, Josie?” Phoenix asked.
I pulled her to me and rubbed her arm. My fearless warrior.
“No, he was creepy, but not a threat.”
“First round’s twenty per cent off,” Scott announced.
Cheap bastard, I thought.
“Are you sure Charlotte’s safe?” Josie whispered as we marched into the bar.
This time, I k
