Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

5. Alexis

I don't know why I ran but I did. I guess ever since Logan and his abuse, when it came to a fight or flight situation it was a no brainer in my eyes. Flight every time. I should have stayed and thanked the guys that saved me. I shuddered as I thought about what would have happened if they hadn't appeared.

Running through the city streets, the more I thought about what had just happened, the angrier I got. Why does this shit always happen to me. You'd think I had Easy Target or something tattooed on my damn forehead.

Checking behind me one last time, I was pretty sure I hadn't been followed so I allowed myself to slow down to a brisk walk. Where was I going? No fucking idea. I just knew the more distance I put between that alley and I, the better. Charlie was going to be pissed that I ditched, but once she knows what went down she'll understand. Damn I could do with a drink right now.

Opening my pub bag which by some miracle I managed not to lose during the whole ordeal, I saw my phone, purse and keys, and thanked my lucky stars. I pulled my phone out to call Charlie but the stupid thing was flat. Oh great, just my luck I said out loud to no-one in particular.

As I rounded the next corner I walked past a tiny, dirty, almost empty looking bar. Making a rash decision, I stopped walking and entered the bar. The place stunk like stale cigarettes and beer. The few patrons were sprinkled around the place, avoiding eye contact and nursing drinks. Yup, the place definitely seemed dodgy. Might even catch something just sitting here. But right now I couldn't care less. All I wanted was something strong to make me forget the past hour or so.

I walked up to the bar, gathering a few curious looks from the few people sitting at it, but I ignored them and motioned at the bartender. Digging into my purse, the only money I had was for next weeks rent, but right now I couldn't care less. That would be a later problem, right now I just wanted to forget the events of the past hour. After ordering a double vodka and a couple of shots, I decided on an empty booth in the corner and carefully balanced my drinks as I made my way over to it and slumped into the booth.

I downed the shots one after the other. The cool burn of the liquor as it slid down my throat felt good, and I started to feel that familiar buzz of the alcohol settling back in. Leaning my head back against the seat, and nursing my vodka in hand, I allowed my mind to wander. How could I have been stupid enough to get into that position with Steve in the first place? I knew better, I'm smarter than that but you sure wouldn't think it after my actions tonight.

Then I thought of my rescuers, whoever they were. Why did they save me? How did they know what was going on? Who were they? The guy who charged in first was probably the most beautiful man I'd ever seen in my life. Tall, tanned, tatted, and muscular. With piercing green eyes and tousled jet black hair. And the other guy, I'd never seen such a hulk of a man before. Short but massively stocky, bald with tattoos covering his head. But with kind eyes, although I can't say I wasn't scared at the rage they shone as he pummeled the shit out of Steve's mate. It was the same look the first guy had as he physically removed Steve from me and beat his ass too. Somehow in that moment I knew neither of them would hurt me, but I ran anyway. And now here I am alone in some seedy bar God knows where, almost asking to become the victim of another shitty situation. Fuck I can be so dumb sometimes!

Being caught up in my thoughts had my losing track of time, couldn't tell you how long I'd been sitting in this dingy little place, and I knew I was pretty wasted. Sighing, I swirled the last of my vodka in the glass before shotting it back. Time to go home, I said to myself taking a deep breath and mentally preparing to drag my drunken ass over to the bar in hopes someone would call me a cab. Thanks again, rent money.

Standing, I used the table to steady myself before turning to make my way to the bar. But in my drunken state, I somehow managed to trip over my own feet, and before I knew what was happening I was plummeting face first towards the floor. I closed my eyes waiting to hit the floor but it never came. Instead, a strong arm wrapped around my waste, catching my and holding me upright until I could steady myself again.

I freed myself and turned to thank whoever had saved my clumsy ass.
And there, staring back at me, was the same gorgeous green eyes from the alley. My hero. Saving me twice in one night. And shit he might just be the hottest man alive. This just got interesting.