Chapter Thirty-Eight.
No sooner than Leon worked out there was a fight, he had leapt out of his chair, and was beside Safron, protecting her. Seeing that although Dom and Fluffy, had broke apart the main two patrons who were mid fight, it was still a ways before being totally under control. Noticing the old vetrans, with their leather vests and motorcycle club badges upon them had gone to help his brother in arms, Leon grabbed hold of Safron’s body, lifting her up, and holding tight against her, as she let out a scream that could curdle cream. He was not put off, nor gentle, as he continued to carry his space cadet, feeling her teeth sinking into his hand, as she thrust against him. He pulled her out of the bar area to the relative safety of the small living area. Leon sighed, knowing
