He put the gun to Rocky’s head.
“I don’t see Trev,” Rocky said. “And if she was mine, I’d never leave her out of sight.”
“Fuck off,” Eden said.
“Keep talking dirty. I’m getting hard.”
“Rocky, walk the fuck away,” West said.
Rocky turned. He grabbed the barrel of the shotgun and jammed the gun into West’s chest. West fell back and Rocky then had possession of the gun.
“What are you doing?” Eden asked.
“I’m hard,” Rocky said. “You’re going to finish me off.”
“Finish yourself off, dick,” Jenn said.
She put a gun to Rocky’s head.
“Easy now,” Rocky said.
“Easy? You don’t know who this woman is. She means a lot…” Jenn looked at Eden. “… to Trev. You better put that gun down right now. If I call Ripper, he’s going to cut your hands off.”
Rocky put the shotgun on the bar.
West grabbed the gun.
“It’s okay, West,” Jenn said. She then put her hand between Rocky’s legs and squeezed. “Now, you’re hard? Go rub one off in the bathroom or on one of the paid help.”
“Okay, fine,” Rocky said. “I’m moving along.”
Rocky backed away, grabbing his beer. His eyes didn’t leave Eden.
“Rocky,” Jenn said. “If that’s considered hard, then I feel really bad for you.” She put her hand up, leaving a small gap between her thumb and pointer finger. “I mean… really bad.”
Rocky stormed away.
“You okay?” Jenn asked.
“Yeah. Right. Sure. I’m fine.”
“Maybe you should have a stiff drink.”
Eden reached for Jenn’s hand. “Don’t leave yet. I have to ask you something. I mean, I have to tell you something. About me. About why I’m here.”
Jenn stared at Eden for a few seconds. Her eyes turned glossy and she pulled her hand away.
“I have to go check on something,” Jenn said. “You stay put.” She looked at West. “Anyone else talks to her, pull the trigger. Don’t hesitate.”
“Yes, ma’am,” West said.
Just like that, Jenn slipped away again.
The guys returned a short while later. Eden had three glasses of water and needed to pee. She stood and waited for Trev to come through the door. When he did, a sense of relief washed over Eden. He looked right at her and nodded. The rest of the guys were working their way toward the strippers. Half the tops were already gone, boobs everywhere. But Trev kept his eyes locked on Eden.
He rushed right toward her.
With one step left before Eden could grab him, a hand shot out and went flat against Trev’s chest.
It was Rocky.
Oh… fuck…
“Trev?” Rocky asked.
“Yeah. What the fuck do you want?”
“You better tell your old lady to stop flirting with me… it ain’t gonna end well for any of us…”
*
They moved the pool tables out of the way in a matter of three seconds. The strippers stood against the wall, knowing they weren’t the main attraction for the moment. Ripper was howling like a fool. Miller and Gaige looked back and forth, looking as though they didn’t know what to do.
Trev took off his leather cut and handed it to Eden. He then took off his rings and put them in her hand.
“Did he touch you?” Trev asked.
“No.”
“He said stuff to you?”
“Yes.”
“Bad stuff?”
Eden nodded.
Trev gritted his teeth.
Rocky was waiting. His leather cut and t-shirt were both off. His body riddled with ink, having no real muscular definition. Not like Trev.
“You fucking even look at my old lady again and I’ll rip your eyes out,” Trev said.
“Yeah… I bet she’s really tight,” Rocky said. “Sipping her water like a good girl. I’d have her on her knees, lapping up my jizz off the floor.”
Eden gasped.
Trev went in and Rocky took a swing. He cracked Trev in the gut. Trev lurched forward and Rocky brought a fist down, connecting with Trev’s right cheek. It spun Trev, sending him stumbling. Rocky went after Trev and Trev threw an elbow, hitting Rocky in the jaw. Trev then stood and swung, landing heavy punch after heavy punch, walking Rocky back against the wall.
Rocky grabbed Trev by the shirt, growling. He spun Trev around and threw a punch. Trev side stepped and Rocky punched the wall. Trev then punched Rocky in the ribs. Rocky let out a deep cry and his knees buckled. Trev grabbed Rocky by the back of the head and started to slam his face off the wall.
Each smack was hard and then they started to get wet… from the blood.
“Okay, okay!” Ripper yelled.
Trev wasn’t done. He jammed his knee into the side of Rocky’s head. Rocky fell back but Trev wasn’t done. He grabbed a pool stick and broke it in half like a pencil. He pointed the jagged end right at Rocky’s throat.
“You ever think about her and I’ll fucking kill you,” Trev growled.
“Call this shit!” Ripper yelled. “Miller! Call him off. Right now.”