WHEN I WALK INTO THE bar, Blaine has Porter by the back of the head and is pounding his face into the now broken window, breaking what’s left of it.
Lifting Porter up straight, Blaine slams his face into the brick wall next to the window, before yelling in his face. “Your dick ain’t fucking hard now, motherfucker. Does that feel good? Do you fucking like it?” He yells.
Blood is dripping down Porter’s face, but he’s laughing like a fucking maniac, fucked up as shit on whatever he took before he got here. He may be in pain, but he doesn’t feel it . . . at least not yet, but he’ll definitely be feeling it once his high wears off.
Surprisingly, this isn’t the first time that damn window has been broken. It seems to be Blaine’s stress reliever. I guess we all have one, but fuck, his sucks.
“Fucking shit . . .” My eyes meet Jax’s from across the room and he just shrugs and brings his lit cigarette to his lips. He’s too used to Blaine’s breakdowns to try stopping them anymore, apparently. “Don’t worry, asshole. Just stay there; I got it.”
Shaking my head, I walk up behind Blaine and grab him by the back of his neck, breaking him free from Porter. “That’s enough.” I tense my jaw and yank the unlit cigarette out of his hand, flicking it at the side of his head. “You’re paying for that shit.”
“Fuck.” Blaine runs a bloodied hand through his hair, before knocking all the drinks off of the table next to him and throwing an unbroken bottle at Porter. “I know, dammit. Don’t I always?”
My attention gets drawn back to Porter’s fucked up ass, when he turns around and wipes his arm across his bloodied face. That’s when I notice that his dick is out.
“What the shit . . .”
I take a step toward Porter, but he throws his arms up and takes a stumble back. “I’m going.” He points at Madison. “Bitch should have kept her mouth shut. She asked for it.” He mumbles some more shit, before swiping his phone from one of the tables and storming out the front door, while reaching to put his dick away.
I turn to Jax to scold him for not pulling Blaine away, and stop dead in my tracks when I see Avalon has now joined them and is looking at the broken window with her hand over her mouth. This is the exact reason why Jax shouldn’t have invited them here tonight in the first place. There are only certain nights that it’s tame enough here to mix the crowds and Jax should have known that.
“What the fuck happened?” I light a cigarette and take a long, deep drag, holding the smoke in for as long as I can, before releasing it. “Don’t everyone jump all at once to fucking talk,” I snap. “Why am I looking at a broken window and why the fuck did Porter have his dick out?”
Jax and Blaine look at each other and smirk. Jax is the first to speak. “Porter doesn’t know what the word no means.” He nods to Blaine. “So he showed his ass what it looks like. He got to him first. It could have been a lot worse. Trust me.”
Blaine reaches for the nearest glass of beer and pours it over his head, before shaking his wet hair out and popping his neck. “He was all up Madison’s ass, trying to dance up on her and get under her skirt. Madison told him to fuck off and that he can’t handle a woman like her, so that motherfucker pulled his dick out and bent her over the bar. I grabbed him up before he could touch her and threw his head through the window. I should have killed his big ass.”
Taking a deep breath, Blaine steps in front of Madison and grabs her face to check her out. “I’m sorry that he even fucking touched you. You alright, babe? I told you to stay next to Jax.”
Madison nods her head and begins telling Avalon that she’s fine and not to worry, when Avalon pulls her away and starts questioning her away from us.
Blaine is exactly like me when it comes to women. He is rough, unfiltered and likes to fuck . . . a lot, but touching a lady when she doesn’t want to be touched is how a man can lose his fucking dick in my bar; that or his fucking life.
“I’ll get the window fixed,” I say as I exhale. I’m not making him pay for it now. Not after knowing why he did it. I would have killed the fucker. He got off easy. I’d rather have a broken window any day over a woman getting sexually abused in my presence. “Good shit, Blaine. You’re lucky you have a good reason this time.” I turn to Jax. “Get Avalon and Madison home safely. They don’t belong here.”
I allow a quick glance in Avalon’s direction, to see her worried expression, before disappearing into my office and breaking the first thing that my hands can touch. This is the last thing I wanted her to be here to witness and the last thing that I needed to have on my mind right now. It brings up too many damn memories.
I sit here in the dark and let my past consume me . . . killing me from the inside out.
Life is a bitch . . . and she has me by the fucking throat