chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE: 

                      Darcy's Pov 

They didn't see me coming and that was okay, I yanked the one punching Shawn back with force, he raised his blood-coated fist to do the same with me but he hesitated and that was enough for me to twist his wrist until I heard a crack then I flipped him over my shoulder. 

He cried out in pain but I ignored him glaring at the rest who looked confused. 

"What the fuck is this about?" I demanded angrily. 

The bar was almost empty now and it made me pissed because my bar is famous around here because it's peaceful. We have never experienced this kind of violence before. 

"This jerk stole his woman" One of them with a tatted baldhead replied and they dropped Shawn who landed on the ground with a heavy thud as they turned towards me. 

I'm outnumbered, it's five of them, one currently nursing his broken wrist and the rest in front of me. 

The one with the gun hanging on his belt moved forward and eyed me and I did the same with him. 

It was easy to spot criminals since I grew up with notorious ones. 

The tattoos were symbols I didn't recognize which means I'm safe. It's not my family. 

Thank goodness now I need to throw these idiots out. 

"Who the hell are you?" He asked arrogantly and I rolled my eyes. 

"The owner, I don't tolerate violence inside my bar, you should have taken this outside perhaps when he closes from his shift" I suggested and Shawn whimpered from the ground as if to say 'what the fuck' at my comment. 

He brought this upon himself so he should deal with the consequences, but the asshole in front of me didn't look like he was interested in Shawn. 

"Ah what a feisty woman, your red hair explains a lot, redheads are fierce, and they also give good blowjobs" He grinned and his cohorts laughed. 

He gave me a 'this isn't over' look then he whistled walking past me while the rest followed and dragging the one with the broken wrist with them as they exited the bar. 

They will be back. 

And not for Shawn. 

I might have just put myself in danger because of this useless playboy, I sighed as the others rushed to his aid. 

"Flirting with customers is prohibited as of this moment, keep it professional and don't let this happen again or I won't let it slide" I warned and walked away leaving them to clean up the mess. 

Everything went back to normal after the glass was swept and another bartender took over for Shawn, customers started pouring in and it was getting late so I told them to close up by midnight. 

I smiled to myself when I remembered today was movie night. Xander will chew me out if I don't get home early today and I made a mental note to buy ice cream and more chips on my way. 

I hopped into my Honda Civic, it was just as simple as I liked my life to be, nothing fancy to draw attention to me. 

I felt it again, the feeling of being watched, and looked across the road but saw nothing. 

I drove out of the parking lot and kept my eyes on the side mirror, just like I predicted an SUV followed my car. 

Fucking Shawn. 

I don't know those people or what gang they belonged to with the sleeping snake tattoo on their inked skins. 

I can take the four of them, I didn't have my gun but that wasn't a problem, a curve blade was inside my glove compartment for safety purposes. 

I stopped at the convenience store not too far from my bar, there is no way I'm taking them close to my house. I hopped out of the car acting none the wiser as I entered the store to buy ice cream and chips. 

I paid the cashier and walked out of the store, the parking lot was behind the building and as I walked towards my car I heard footsteps behind me. 

I paused and elbowed the chest of the fucker trying to take me my surprise, I dropped the bag I was holding and turned around to see six men instead of four. 

They carried weapons as if they knew I would fight. 

Great. 

The one I had hit lurched at me and I met him halfway punching his stupid face, he recovered fast kicking my knee and I stumbled but didn't fall, taking the curve blade from inside my jacket, he attacked me again but I had enough, I hit his dick and he wailed falling down on his knee holding his priceless jewel. 

It was a good distraction to slit his throat, his eyes widened choking as he held his bleeding neck crimson spraying the ground underneath him and he dropped down dead. 

I looked at the other holding bats and gestured for them to come at me, they looked shocked maybe because I wasn't shaking after killing their friend. 

A normal woman would start screaming or crying. 

But I was anything but normal. 

I twirl the knife in between my fingers to show them I knew what I was doing. 

I'm the daughter of a Spanish mafia, not a helpless woman and they messed with the wrong person. I had learned how to fight since I was twelve and I had my first kill at seventeen. Mother trained me herself and she was popular for her cruelty, she didn't even spare her own child and I still have scars from when she burned me for disobeying her. 

They teamed up attacking me at once and the sounds of steel hitting steel with groans filled the dark parking lot. One of the men hit my hand with his bat and I stopped the knife. 

I didn't waste time kicking his feet and he lost his balance, I went down with him and punched him taking the bat I blocked the hit from another one and leaped back to my feet, I slammed the end of the bat on the one on the ground holding the top of the bat I pressed it with brute force on his neck and he struggled trying to get it off but I was stronger, his cries echoed before a sickening crack followed and he went mute. 

I looked over my shoulder to see that his neck was broken with blood pooling around him. 

The remaining two looked hesitant to approach me and I smirked. 

"Come on now boys, I don't have all day" I mocked and they lurched at me with a battle cry, I beat up the idiots but I was hit on my left knee with a bat causing me to limp, I cursed as I stare at the useless fuckers groaning on the ground. 

If only I had my gun. 

I won't hesitate to blow their brains off. 

I checked the time on my wristwatch cursing in Spanish. I froze when I turned and saw I had an audience. 

A tall biker with a Harley parked beside my car judging from the physique, it's a guy. 

Oh for fuck's sake don't tell me he is one of them. 

He was wearing a helmet and from the tilt of his head as I turned, he had watched everything that happened. 

Or at least that's what I thought. 

I felt movement behind me but it was too late because I had been distracted. Pain shot through my veins as the gun hit the back of my head and darkness enveloped me.