As soon as the stake left his fingers, Max knew it was a mistake. He had no authority in Ruby Red except for the reputation that preceded him, and just because Darryl Teer was a dumb, lecherous son of a b***h, that didn’t mean Max could toss some wood through his chest because he went a little overboard with his big mouth.
It sure as f**k made him feel good, though. He’d wanted to get rid of the pain in his ass for years now.
He heard the girl scramble to her feet behind him, her heart pounding loud enough to make every c**k in the bar jump to attention. She was going to say something, probably something abrasive that would piss everybody off; Max just knew it. It would get her killed, too, if they weren’t careful. All he’d wanted was to get her out, get her away from harm before things
