Chapter Four: Vincent-AKA-Storm
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I made my way over to the commotion in time to see the chick from earlier push her way between Deacon and one of the waitresses. She is calm and asking him to leave while one of the bouncers looks on from the sidelines. The bouncer likely knows who Deacon is and is too scared to get involved, but this girl shows no fear and dives right in. I see the owner make his way over and speak to the bouncer who then turns to leave. He starts to approach the girl, but she holds her hand up and he stops.
I register that fact and wonder how they know each other. Then Deacon in his drunken stupor shoves this girls shoulder and I see red. I don’t know why I feel protective over her when I don’t even know her name, but before I can think on it more or intervene she has his arm behind his back leading him out of the bar. I’m in awe that this girl was able to forcefully remove Deacon from the bar. Deacon isn’t a little man and is built like a house.
I follow them outside to make sure he doesn’t hurt her and the guys get him out of here. As soon as she releases him he turns around to take a swing at her and my heart stops for a second. She easily dodged his swing and you can see the fury on her face as she takes a swing at him. She lands a right hook on his jaw and he crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Before I know it I’m walking towards her as the guys go pick Deacon up off the ground. There is something about this girl that has me entranced. I take in her appearance as I approach her and she looks even better up close. She looks about 5 foot 10 inches tall with curves in all the right places, tan skin, jet black hair, and blue eyes. Everyone in the crowd backs away as I approach her and I know that they think I will hurt her, but Deacon deserved what he got. I immediately apologize for Deacons actions. She responds by saying, “it’s not you that should be apologizing. My name is Crisa Rose. What’s yours?”
This causes me to smirk because I just got a name to go with her face and it matches her perfectly. It won’t be long until I have her in my bed. Right before I walk away I say to her, “I’m Vincent, but everyone calls me Storm.” Then I turn to go deal with Deacon who has woken up and is furious.
I see her wave goodbye to the owner and walk over to a pristine pearlescent black Chevy Nova. This girl is an enigma that I plan on figuring out. There is no way a girl drives a car like that, can knock a man out like it’s nothing, and look drop dead gorgeous. I have a meeting with the bar owner next week and I find myself hoping that she will be there as well.
I was going to approach the bar owner to apologize for Deacon’s actions, but he had already disappeared back inside. So I called one of the prospects to get Deacon’s motorcycle and followed them back to the club to take care of Deacon. His actions could cause us to lose a potential partnership that we need. On top of that if he didn’t finish the motorcycle that we had him working on that’s going to cost us customers and money.
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