The Falcon Ridge Series Book 2 Not Just A Girl

(Chapter song ‘Welcome To The Jungle’ by Guns ‘N Roses)

LUKE

I fall out the front door of the bar and almost onto the sidewalk.

I stumble around and get my bearings or at least try to. I’m seeing triple at this point.

I brace myself on the brick walls of Red Rock's downtown buildings as I make my way up the street to my bike. I can’t remember where it’s parked, but it’s probably a good thing because I shouldn’t be driving at all.

I clumsily avoid the night life walking up and down the sidewalk around me. I try to walk straight and look cool as ladies pass. I smile and almost fall over. “Shit.” I growl as I hit a wall.

We have a lot of bars here and although most are seedy, it’s still a good place to party.

You’d think in a town of 1500, there wouldn’t be much to do, but the private money flows here. The Alphas coffers are stuffed with it.

My triple vision tries to navigate my way to the pack house, but I’m really too drunk to know.

As I stumble past an alley entrance, I stop dead. My lips shrink and I look back over my shoulder. A noise of cans comes from the dark and I stagger backwards, my eyes not leaving the entrance.

I stop and face the alley. My eyes try to focus as I step between the buildings.

Sounds of grunts and punches come from the back.

I walk to a dumpster, brace myself on it and try to focus my beer goggles to make out what’s happening in the black of the alley.

As I sway on my feet, I see a shadow standing over someone on the ground. I hear more punches and conclude some poor schmuck is getting his ass handed to him.

I move along dumpster, thinking, I should stop this.

Alcohol is a funny thing. It makes your balls bigger than you believe them to be because normally, I’d just walk on, but seeing this guy getting his ass kicked seemed wrong to me all of a sudden.

“Hey.” I groan as I shake my head to try and focus.

The fighting continued. Apparently, they didn’t hear me.

I let go of the garbage can, try to puff my chest out and take in a deep breath. “HEY!” My drunk voice shouts. “Leave ‘em alone!”

As I blink my eyes and grab the dumpster again, the fight stops. I probably should have thought this through a bit more because the guy doing the punching turns my way. He’s wearing a long black coat with a hood. I can’t make out his face, but I can’t really make anything else out either.

The guy on the ground gets up off the pavement and runs to the other exit of the alley. He doesn’t look back. The guy in the hood watches the other leave then he turns back to me.

“YOU'RE FUCKING WELCOME!” I growl. My eyes float back to the hooded guy who hasn’t moved. “Douche.” I say under my breath.

Hooded guy starts to step toward me and I try and give him my scariest warning look as I burp and fall on the dumpster.

“Hey, man. Just walk away and I won’t hurt you, alright.” I wave my hand at him and eye him.

He doesn’t say a word as he continues to take slow steps toward me. He’s not taking my warning? Fine.

“This is how it’s gonna be? Ok.” I push off the dumpster and try to hold myself up.

I ball my fists as he stands in front of me. I see his hood move up and down like he’s checking me out.

“Like what you see, asshole?” I smirk.

He swings at me and I block it. He takes another swing and connects with my jaw.

I stumble back, catch myself on the dumpster and run the back of my hand across my busted lip.

The pain in my head and blood on my hand, has me slowly raise my eyes to him. I’m sobered up a bit now. I’m also pissed.

I push off the dumpster with a growl and rush him, swinging lefts and rights at his head.

He arches back at each of my swings and I comeback with a back hand to his jaw.

He takes a couple of steps back, pauses to rub his jaw and raises his head. That’s when I see a pair of glowing green eyes.

My eyes widen as he comes at me, throwing punch after punch. I block each one, backing off as he relentlessly attacks.

“That all you got?!” I shout as I block an uppercut.

I was doing surprisingly good in my drunken state until he lifts his leg and plants his foot on my chest. He kicks me and sends me crashing to the asphalt. I groan on my back as he stands tall with his chest out and fists at his side.

I cough as I roll onto my elbows and knees. I feel like I’m about to puke as I try to get the strength to stand up. My eyes turn to his thick boots stepping toward me. When he closes the gap, I look up at his hood just as he delivers a swift kick to my gut, sending me to my back.

“Fucker!” I choke as I rock and wheeze. I hold my ribs as I grit through the pain and thump my head on the pavement.

I raise my head and watch his boot float over my chest. He straddles over me, reaches down with a black gloved hand and grabs my shirt.

He lifts my shoulders off the ground and I shoot daggers at him. I snarl as fist his coat. My other hand pulls back his hood.

My eyes widen when I realize I’m surrounded by fire red, long curly hair and I'm staring at the most gorgeous face I have ever seen in my life.

My brow stitches up as I connect with gorgeous green eyes. They’re also very pissed.

I watch her arm raise.

“No wait!” I hold up my hand just as I feel the sick crack of my cheekbone.

My face is dealt several more blows until I’m left in a complete black out.