Romance: Luther's Property Read Free

the hug and shooed her in to the back to clock out.
    Ivy readjusted the strap of her purse as she walked out in
to the dark parking lot. The air was crisp against her bare legs and she
hurried as she walked over to her car.
    “Well, well, well, look who it is…” The voice came first and
then Ivy saw the college boy who had grabbed her earlier in the night walk out
in front of her car.
    “I’m sorry?” She tried to sound sure of herself, unafraid.
    “I bet you are, but sorry won’t get me the wings I wanted
earlier will it?” Ivy frowned as she stood still, just feet from the menacing
figure.
    “Look, I was just doing my job, okay? Now let me go home,
please.” The boy laughed obnoxiously.
    “Let me go home, please!” He mimicked her in a high pitched
nasally voice. “Not until you make it up to me for being such a…”
    “Is there a problem here?” Luther’s voice came from behind
Ivy, he was so close that Ivy was startled by his presence.
    “Yeah, there is a problem, but it’s none of your business so
how about you go back inside, buddy?” The kid had obviously been drinking more
since he and his friends had been run out of the restaurant. Luther stepped
forward. When the kid realized that the man behind Ivy was the same man who had
scared him off, his eyes widened slightly. Despite his fear, however, he
realized that it was too late to back down and instead he stood stock still.
    “How about you get in your little car or on your bicycle, or
whatever it was that got you here, and you go home?” Luther took another step
forward as he addressed the kid.
    “How about you mind your own damn business?” Despite trying
to be confident, the kid took a step backwards as he said this to Luther.
Luther gave a pained smile as he took the final step forward and reaching out
he grabbed the kid by the arm. Jerking him around, Luther locked the kid’s arm
out behind him, forcing him to bend over.
    “I would…I usually do mind my own business in fact, but I’m
afraid that I don’t tolerate men who treat women the way you do.” Luther put
pressure on the kid’s arm and the kid screamed as he bent down lower. “Now,
what do you say that you get on your bicycle and ride home.” The kid nodded
painfully. Luther released the kids arm.
    “I don’t have a bicycle anyway, I drive a Beemer.” The kid
said. Luther chuckled.
    “Right, of course you do. Well, daddy’s boy, get in your
Beemer and go home and sleep it off.” Luther turned to walk back over to Ivy,
but when he did he heard Ivy scream and seconds later he felt the impact of a
fist on the side of his face. Luther sighed loudly and rocked his jaw from side
to side as he turned around only to find the kid trying to run away from him. A
few long strides and Luther caught up with him, planting his fist square on the
bridge of the kid’s nose. Ivy watched in horror as the kid’s nose exploded in a
gush of blood.
    “Oh my God! Oh my God I think you broke my nose!” The kid
began wailing at the top of his lungs. Luther shrugged.
    “Remember when I told you not to come back here?” The kid
nodded as he cupped his hands around his nose.
    “I wasn’t kidding.”
    With the exception of the cleaning crew, Ivy and Luther,
Busties was empty for the night. Luther held a bag of melting ice against his
jaw at Ivy’s insistence, as he leaned against the bar.
    “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Ivy asked as she pulled
the ice away from his face and took a look at where Luther had been hit. Luther
laughed.
    “I’ll be fine. I told you, I don’t need this. I’m used to
being punched in the face!” He winked at Ivy and she chuckled.
    “That’s twice tonight you came to my rescue.” Ivy said as
she studied his stubble covered face. Luther shrugged.
    “I’m not gonna sit here and watch some drunk kid beat up a
girl.” Ivy’s eyes dropped down to the bar top in disappointment.
    “Oh…” Luther frowned.
    “Oh, what?” Ivy shook her