Once again she nods. I feel her shudder beneath me. I begin pushing us forward, walking behind her, still wrapped around her. The embrace is close like lovers. Under other circumstances it would be intimate, but in this moment, it’s about her safety.

At the bathroom door, I lean down and kiss her wrapping my hands around her head. Adrenaline mixes with an unknown emotion as I sweep my tongue inside her mouth. I don’t want to ever stop kissing her, but right now I’ve got to get rid of our problem. I feel the gun being pulled away as she tucks it against her own waist. When she starts to pull away, I pull her head back to me. I kiss her with everything I have in me. If I die right now, I die a happy mother fucker to have shared my last kiss with this woman. Finally, I pull away.

“Be safe, Doll. Remember, no one but me, Sass, or Rex.” I kiss her forehead as I release her. Pausing for a moment as I watch her disappear in the restroom, I can hear her lock the bathroom door.

Turning around, I’m greeted by none other than the same shithead from the truck stop.

“Don Juan Mother Fuckin’ Pablo. What can I do for you Chico?”

“That was a real nice kiss you shared with your woman. Too bad you won’t get to do it again.”

His two companions close the distance. The women and men’s bathroom doors face each other and I’m being backed against the wall between the two rooms. Seeing Slice and five more of my guys silently approaching, I stand steady waiting for my moment.

Pablo begins laughing at me. “You Hellions. Tsk. Tsk. Is that puta worth dying for? She isn’t worth the hassle for you. Walk away, Crews, let us have her and you can live to fuck another bitch. It’s good for our business to have her, not you. She’s not worth it.”

Rage boils inside me. Seeing my boys in place, I step up to Pablo.

“She’s worth Every. Fucking. Thing. She’s no puta. She’s fucking mine. Your mother became a puta the day she fucking conceived you. The only way you or any other fucker will get to Doll is the day I’m no longer fucking breathing.”

He reaches for his side, pulling out a knife as I lunge forward. My guys quickly take out his crew. Grabbing his wrist, I yank on the hand holding the eight-inch knife. Pulling his arm around behind him, I move so I’m behind him. Unable to easily grab his knife, I take the blade in my hand. The blade penetrates my skin as he moves against me. Using his position against him, I dislocate his right shoulder where I have his arm pulled behind his back. Taking the knife from him, I use my arm to get him in a chokehold. Getting a tighter grip, he’s now gasping for breath. My hand is dripping with blood and throbbing, but I press on. Forcing him forward into the men’s bathroom, I nod at my boys to handle the others and call in for clean-up, this one’s gonna be a mess. Once inside, I loosen my grip enough to get some information from Pablo.