Page 66 of Burn Falls

“You wanna take this outside?” the guy asked.

I had no idea what was going on. Was it because they were going to lose and be out one-hundred dollars? It wastheiridea. If that was the case, then why did they even want to bet when they’d lost every game they’d played so far?

“Do I wanna take this outside?” Draven mocked, and then the guy shoved at Draven’s chest. Draven didn’t budge, and Athan stepped forward to back up his friend. I gasped and waited with bated breath to see what would happen.

“Did he just put his hands on me?” Draven asked Athan.

“He did,” Athan confirmed.

“So maybe weshouldtake this outside then?” Draven still asked Athan.

“You don’t need to do that,” I spoke up. “Let’s just leave.”

“You going to run like a little bitch?” The guy laughed and then high-fived his friend.

“What did you call me?” Draven stepped nose to nose with the guy.

“I called you a bitch.”

“Seems this punk ass is looking for a fight,” Athan cut in.

“Let’s just leave,” I pleaded.

The guys laughed. “Listen to your cunt bitch and get the fuck out of here.”

Oh shit.

“You calling my girl a cunt?” Draven sneered.

“Actually, both those bitches.”

Before I knew what was happening, Draven and Athan had the back of the two guy’s shirts and was pulling them outside leaving their darts and everything else, including me and Valencia, behind.

“Should we follow them? Stop it?” I asked.

“How are we going to stop it?” V asked.

“I don’t know, but we can’t just let them fight. They’re grown men.”

V shrugged. “Maybe they aren’t really fighting. Doesn’t seem like Dr. Young’s style.”

Valencia was right that it didn’t seem like his style because Draven was a doctor, and his best friend was a Lieutenant for Seattle PD. From everything I knew about Draven, I wasn’t sure he could hurt a fly—let alone get in a bar brawl with a guy. However, he was dragging a dude out of the bar, and I was certain it wouldn’t be pretty once they made it out the doors.

“We should go stop them.” My legs were moving before V could stop me. I wasn’t sure how I was going to stop them, but I was holding my glass in my hand, and I wouldn’t be opposed to throwing it.

When I stepped out the side door, I saw something I’d never thought was possible. Draven and Athan both had the guys by their throats and up against the brick wall of the building, the guys dangling off the ground. Draven turned his head toward me, and I noticed he was baring his—fangs?

My glass slipped from my fingers and shattered against the cement.

Then everything went black.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

When I’d said that everything was different with Calla, I meant it. Especially when my ego was at stake. I could have been the biggermanand walked away and brought Calla home, but I also knew that I could scare these fuckers, wipe their memory in a split second, andthentake Calla home.

I had no intention of fighting the guys. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to control my strength. I just wanted the one with the big mouth to shut up, and the only way I could do that after he called Calla and Valencia cunt bitches, was to make him piss his pants—literally.

“What’s the plan?” Athan asked me telepathically.