Rescue Me (Demon Riders MC #1) Read Online Free PDF

do?” He smiles greedily at her again and alarm bells start ringing in her head.
     
    “Sorry, but I think you’re a little drunk. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, looking in the opposite direction and hoping that he’ll just take the hint and leave her alone.
     
    He grabs her hand and her head snaps back towards his. “What’s the matter? My money isn’t good enough for you? I didn’t think girls like you were that picky.”
     
    Elyse looks at his hand clutching her wrist and it suddenly dawns on her what this is all about. He thinks she’s a hooker. She fits the pieces together – the bartender asking if she was a little young for this, Suzi’s warning about the men in the bar – it all makes sense now. She looks down at herself in her leather get-up and realizes that a hooker is probably exactly what she looks like.
     
    “Let go of my hand.” Her voice is low but strong despite the nerves in her stomach. “I’m not whatever it is that you think I am. I’m just having a nice quiet drink. So why don’t you let go of me and go back to your seat? You don’t want to do something you’ll just have to lie to your wife about.” She looks pointedly at his gold wedding band.
     
    Elyse watches as his expression changes from irritation to pure anger. The alcohol in his system has kicked in and it’s heightening all his emotions. Elyse has seen more than one bar fight break out amongst inebriated frat boys at college to know the score.
     
    “Don’t you dare talk about my wife!” His hand tightens its grip on her wrist and she winces involuntarily. “What’s the matter? You think you’re too good for me? My money’s as green as the next guy’s, honey. So cut the crap and let’s get out of here.” He jerks her arm, pulling her off her stool and the alarm bells in her head get even louder. He’s a big guy but soft from too many years on the road eating junk food and drinking himself into an early grave.
     
    She thinks about not drawing attention to herself, her intention had been to go under the radar. She thinks about what Brett has always told her in his class – not to react, not to think that she’s invincible, that the best defense was to run in the other direction. Brett almost never advocated violence, but he admitted that there were some exceptions, especially for a woman. She figures that this is one of those times. Decision made, her brain kicks into autopilot and she plants her feet solidly, silently cursing her too-big boots.
     
    Drunk Suit Guy gives her arm another yank, trying to pull her towards the exit and she explodes into action. Her left leg kicks out, landing on the side of his knee, making it buckle and pushing him off balance. At the same time, she delivers a knife hand strike to the side of his neck, enough to stun him but not enough to cause any permanent damage. He lands on his ass with a thud, looking up at Elyse as if she’d tricked him.
     
    He goes to stand and Elyse doesn’t even have time to plan her next move when she’s aware of a steadying hand on her shoulder. She turns her head and sees the hot guy from the pool table next to her, looking down at Drunk Suit Guy on the floor and shaking his head.
     
    “Stay down.” His voice is a growl and it does strange things to her stomach.
     
    Drunk Suit Guy seems to take him at his word, freezing mid-crouch.
     
    He turns his attention to Elyse, giving her an appraising look with eyes that are even darker than she had thought. “You all right?”
     
    Elyse nods slowly, not trusting her voice not to come out as a squeak. What was wrong with her? It wasn’t like she’d never seen a good-looking guy before and they’d never reduced her to a mute.
     
    “That was a pretty impressive move.” He looks at her admiringly and Elyse feels her heart flutter in her chest.
     
    But before she can answer, she catches movement in the corner of her eye as Drunk Suit Guy