A Bad Boy's Gift

Chapter 10

Shit, shit, shit!

When there's no risk of running anyone over, I floor it to the next roundabout. 

"Why are the Police after us?" Archer says, looking behind us every few seconds. 

"Because it's an illegal street race. Someone would have alerted them that it was taking place." I tell him, trying to concentrate on the road ahead. 

I take the first exit off the roundabout and head into a built up housing estate. I turn down some roads and pull up outside a pub. 

"Let's get out here and have a drink, they've not followed us, but they'll be looking for cars on the road." I instruct, un-clipping my harness.

Everyone follows suit and climbs out of the car.

We all walk inside, aiming for the bar.

"Hello, Love, what can I get for you?" The man behind the bar asks, looking me up and down.

I place our order and tell him we will be sat on a table; I point to a table with a view of the street. He nods, informing us our drinks will be over soon, taking my payment before we walk off.

We sit at the table I picked, and the silence consumes us. I keep an eye on the window, watching for Police lights. 

"Drinks?" A voice startles me into the here and now, it's the barmaid. She has arrived with our drinks. We take them from her with a smile.

"What happens now?" Archer asks. "Do we have to go into hiding?" He sounds concerned.

"No." I chuckle, turning to him, "You three can stay at mine tonight so none of us are alone. I have enough spare bedrooms." I go back to checking outside. 

"I can't." Archer says, "I start work at 7:30am tomorrow, I need to be there on time." 

"Okay, well can you get back to your house from here or do you need a lift home?" I ask, not wanting to argue with him about where he wants to stay tonight, it's not like I need him to stay with me.

"I live on the other side of the city; I can get a taxi." He smiles. "In fact, I'll ring it now while I finish my beer." He takes his phone out and rings for a taxi.

I take a long drink from my Raspberry gin and lemonade. "Anyone want any crisps?" I ask, standing from my seat. I hear a cumulative "yes" then head to the bar. 

"Hey mate, can we have four packets of plain crisps please." I ask him. 

"Of course you can. Four pounds please." I hand over a fiver, when he returns my change, I pop it into the charity pot. The man smiles at me.

"Hey Pretty Lady. Fancy a dance?" A very drunk twenty something guy says from behind me.

"No thank you." I reply, picking up the packets of crisps. 

"Oh, baby girl, surely you want some of this." He must gesture to his body, but I don't see what he's referring to until I turn around.

"I'm very busy. Now leave me alone." I go to turn around. 

A hand grabs my wrist. "Hey, don't be like that..." He says, trying to turn me around.

Big mistake.

In the blink of an eye my fist comes into contact with the man's jaw.

"Don't be like what? Huh?" I shout at him, while he cradles his jaw. "Don't be someone who has to ask more than twice for a pervert to back off? Or how about someone who has to throw a punch to protect herself from being assaulted? I asked you to leave me alone. If you keep pursuing it, you'll lose your balls."