Chapter 38
I fell backward off the barstool and landed hard on my tailbone, but the stool fell in front of me and that delayed the five men I was now fighting with long enough for me to scramble backward and brace my back against the wall. By the time the mustached biker got around to me, I had managed to get on my feet again.
“Getting back up is not gonna work for you,” he said. I hit him in the face, and he staggered backward. The cheerful guy came in, but his feet got tangled up in the legs of the barstool. I grabbed him by the back of the head with my left hand and jerked his head forward, and he tumbled over and landed face-first on the floor.
Mustached biker came in again, landing three quick punches on the left side of my face. I tried to head-butt him, but I didn’t have enough r
