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pieces. He was aware of the fingers of
his right hand flexing open and shut, trying to stretch out the pain from the
punch. The smell of tequila still lingered on his beard. Faces from the crowd
surrounding him started to look familiar—most of them were not happy. That
second ended as soon as the bar crowd digested what they had just seen, and the
place erupted into chaos.
     
    The man at his feet hadn’t been
alone, and now his friends came rushing out of the crowd at Will with righteous
fury. He only half-noticed he was outnumbered as he fearlessly cocked back and
swung hard at the closest one, connecting, but not as strongly as he’d hoped.
He sent the fucker tumbling on unsteady feet into the crowd, creating a domino
effect of toppled tables, spilled pitchers, and broken glass.
     
    Someone came at Will hard from his
right, tackling him at the shoulders and taking him down to the bar floor. He
tried to twist his way free as he watched dozens of feet storm by, people
rushing for the exits or running to join the fight. Before his attacker could
land a good punch, Will saw Jase’s giant form stalk over on heavy boots. Jase
threw the man into a table and pulled Will roughly to his feet.
     
    “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Jase
screamed at him. He held him by the cut, drilling his angry gaze right into
Will’s eyes, but Will could barely focus on it physically, and felt nothing
emotionally. He replayed the knockout punch he’d just landed in his mind and
smirked to himself instead.
     
    Disgusted, Jase pushed Will back with
enough force to make him stumble, but not fall. Will held out and grasped the
bar to regain his balance as Jase turned away from him. Will squinted as the
overhead lights in the bar flashed on suddenly, flooding away the moody
darkness. The man he hit was still on the floor, but coming to, writhing and
moaning in his own blood. He saw his MC brothers buzzing around like angry
hornets, holding off the tough guys in the crowd, shoving them out the door,
and getting ugly with anyone who didn’t comply. From the back of the bar, Will
could hear someone yelling in high-pitched Spanish.
     
    Someone had left a full shot of
whiskey on the bar in the chaos. Will drank it and tossed the shot glass across
the dance floor. Ghost, Tommy, and Martin huddled together in a group, shaking
their heads and giving him pissed-off glances until Jase came back in from the
parking lot. He stalked right over to Will at the bar.
     
    “You about finished with your
tantrum?” he growled. He stood in front of Will with his arms crossed.
     
    Will laughed bitterly. “Fuck you,
man. That shithead had it coming.”
     
    “You can’t fight every prick who
tries to rile us up at a bar,” said Jase. “And anyway, it didn’t look like this
guy even started anything this time. You’re the one being a prick.”
     
    Will stood up and straightened his
cut. He was bored with this bullshit. Jase had been rubbing him the wrong way
for months, and he had just about enough of it. “What’s wrong, huh? Big, tough
soldier-boy isn’t so fucking hard anymore? Did you finally realize how many of
your victories were just dumb luck?”
     
    Will saw a flushed anger rise from
deep in Jase’s chest. His arms dropped to his side with balled fists. Something
cold appeared behind his eyes. Whatever Jase wanted to say first, he seemed to
swallow it as Will stared him down with eyes that probably looked as lifeless
as he felt.
     
    “You’re out of fucking line, Bowers,”
said Jase. Will couldn’t remember the last time Jase hadn’t used his first
name. “And you know what? I’m done cleaning up the shit storms you create. So from
now on, don’t bother calling me when you want to go out and set fire to the
town.”
     
    “That’s fucking fine with me,” said
Will. “You’re only in my way, as it is.”
     
    Jase shifted his shoulders, and for a
moment, Will thought he was going to throw a punch. He didn’t even flinch