he didn’t get tired of her by threatening to kick the ass of any woman who showed even a passing interest in him, and fucking him at every opportunity. Not that she minded the last bit, because, my God could he fuck.
“What are you doing here?” Honey demanded as she stopped by Peyton.
“Having a beer. What’s it look like I’m doing?” Peyton replied, turning to face the woman, then turning her back on her. “What business is it of yours?”
Honey couldn’t be sure it was the same woman, but how many six foot tall amazons could there be in Cleveland? “You’re out of your territory, aren’t you?”
Peyton felt her blood run cold. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Honey smiled as the other woman stiffened slightly. “Yes you do, you fucking bitch. I saw hanging on a bunch of Saracens at a party. You know what happens when a Saracens comes into Knights territory? We kick their ass.”
“I don’t want any trouble. I’m waiting here for a friend, then we’ll leave.”
Honey grabbed Peyton’s shoulder and turned her to face her. “You’ve got plenty of trouble now.”
Peyton stood. She was a good two inches taller than the other woman, but she didn’t want to fight. She could always circle around the block and wait for Melissa outside. She glanced around the bar, looking for help. It was the middle of the day and the only people in the bar were the barkeep, the bitch in her face, and the two Knights sitting in a booth watching the drama play out. There was no help to be found here.
“I’ll just go,” she said backing toward the door.
Honey closed, getting into her rival’s face. “It’s not that easy, bitch.” She wanted this fight, needed it to impress Ironside. She gave Peyton a hard shove. “You’ll go, all right, after I’ve kicked your ass as a lesson to all the Saracens bitches who come into Knights territory.”
Peyton took another step back, her hands up in front of her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Spies, bitch. You were sent here to spy.” She gave Peyton another hard push.
Peyton shoved her back hard. “I’m no fucking spy, and I’m not a Saracen!” She couldn’t catch a fucking break. A fucking party? She’d been to a lot of parties in the last three weeks, along with a bunch of other girls, but the only one where should could have been seen was where she and Melissa were trying to get one of the Saracens to pick them up and take them back to the clubhouse.
Honey looked to Ironside, smiling as he and Whiteshirt watched with interest.
“Should I go break it up?” Whiteshirt asked.
“She started it. Let’s see if she can finish it,” Ironside said as he motioned the bartender back when he started around the end of the bar to break up the brewing fight.
“What if Honey is right and she’s a Saracen?”
“Then after Honey kicks her ass, we’ll dump her back on the other side.”
“You don’t find it suspicious she showed up here just as we were finding out about the lost weapons?”
Ironside shrugged. “How would they know we were meeting? We didn’t know until two hours ago.”
***
Honey reached up and grabbed Peyton’s hair and jerked her head down and to the side. “I’m going to fuck you up, bitch,” she snarled, playing to Ironside.
Peyton grimaced in pain. She’d tried to back off, but this bitch was leaving her no other choice. “This is your last chance,” she hissed as she held the hand tangled in her hair.
“You think you want a piece of me?” Honey sneered. “Bring it.”
CHAPTER THREE
Peyton grabbed Honey by the hair with one hand, still holding the hand tangled in her hair with the other. Honey gasped as Peyton hauled her head back and grabbed the hand tangled in her own hair to try to relieve the pain. The two women snarled silently as they pressed their bodies together,
“What are you doing here?” Honey demanded as she stopped by Peyton.
“Having a beer. What’s it look like I’m doing?” Peyton replied, turning to face the woman, then turning her back on her. “What business is it of yours?”
Honey couldn’t be sure it was the same woman, but how many six foot tall amazons could there be in Cleveland? “You’re out of your territory, aren’t you?”
Peyton felt her blood run cold. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Honey smiled as the other woman stiffened slightly. “Yes you do, you fucking bitch. I saw hanging on a bunch of Saracens at a party. You know what happens when a Saracens comes into Knights territory? We kick their ass.”
“I don’t want any trouble. I’m waiting here for a friend, then we’ll leave.”
Honey grabbed Peyton’s shoulder and turned her to face her. “You’ve got plenty of trouble now.”
Peyton stood. She was a good two inches taller than the other woman, but she didn’t want to fight. She could always circle around the block and wait for Melissa outside. She glanced around the bar, looking for help. It was the middle of the day and the only people in the bar were the barkeep, the bitch in her face, and the two Knights sitting in a booth watching the drama play out. There was no help to be found here.
“I’ll just go,” she said backing toward the door.
Honey closed, getting into her rival’s face. “It’s not that easy, bitch.” She wanted this fight, needed it to impress Ironside. She gave Peyton a hard shove. “You’ll go, all right, after I’ve kicked your ass as a lesson to all the Saracens bitches who come into Knights territory.”
Peyton took another step back, her hands up in front of her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Spies, bitch. You were sent here to spy.” She gave Peyton another hard push.
Peyton shoved her back hard. “I’m no fucking spy, and I’m not a Saracen!” She couldn’t catch a fucking break. A fucking party? She’d been to a lot of parties in the last three weeks, along with a bunch of other girls, but the only one where should could have been seen was where she and Melissa were trying to get one of the Saracens to pick them up and take them back to the clubhouse.
Honey looked to Ironside, smiling as he and Whiteshirt watched with interest.
“Should I go break it up?” Whiteshirt asked.
“She started it. Let’s see if she can finish it,” Ironside said as he motioned the bartender back when he started around the end of the bar to break up the brewing fight.
“What if Honey is right and she’s a Saracen?”
“Then after Honey kicks her ass, we’ll dump her back on the other side.”
“You don’t find it suspicious she showed up here just as we were finding out about the lost weapons?”
Ironside shrugged. “How would they know we were meeting? We didn’t know until two hours ago.”
***
Honey reached up and grabbed Peyton’s hair and jerked her head down and to the side. “I’m going to fuck you up, bitch,” she snarled, playing to Ironside.
Peyton grimaced in pain. She’d tried to back off, but this bitch was leaving her no other choice. “This is your last chance,” she hissed as she held the hand tangled in her hair.
“You think you want a piece of me?” Honey sneered. “Bring it.”
CHAPTER THREE
Peyton grabbed Honey by the hair with one hand, still holding the hand tangled in her hair with the other. Honey gasped as Peyton hauled her head back and grabbed the hand tangled in her own hair to try to relieve the pain. The two women snarled silently as they pressed their bodies together,
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