Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10) by Laylah Roberts (good book club books txt) 📗

turned and pointed at Georgina. He stepped back away from Big Beard, his hands out placatingly. “I didn’t mean anything by it, man . . . I . . . “

“Nobody touches Loki without his permission,” the big man rumbled. “Gary Larsen, prepare to die!”

The big guy swung at Gary, punching him so hard that Georgina winced. Gary went down with a thump, out cold. The big man grunted then turned his gaze to her.

Isa grabbed her arm. “Let’s go! Before Loki decides you’re his prize.”

“What?”

Someone yelled something. Then there was an answering roar. Suddenly, a brawl was breaking out around them. Loki actually picked up a man up and threw him. Like he was a bowling ball.

Oh hell.

“Shit! Those are Gary’s friends fighting against Loki’s crew. Come on!” Isa pulled her up and they attempted to push their way through the crowd, which was hard when everyone was trying to move closer to the fight.

There were more noises of fighting. Shoot! That had escalated quickly.

“Loki’s Warriors destroy!” A loud roar broke out over the music and the other yells.

“What is happening?” she cried as someone shoved against her. The person grabbed her before she fell over and then lifted her up onto a table.

“Sorry, darling,” he said before quickly disappearing.

“Isa!” She reached down and grabbed the other woman’s hand, helping her get up onto the table with her.

“Shit! Fuckballs!” Isa stood on the table, peering out into the dance floor.

Well, what had once been a dance floor. Now it looked more like a WWE fight that had gotten out of control.

“Isa, get down before you fall.” She stood to grab the other woman, then froze, watching the brawl with an open mouth.

Holy. Hell.

Another roar sounded and she watched, wide-eyed as Loki stood up. He was missing his shirt, his tattoos on full display and he seemed to stand at least half a head taller than anyone else.

“This is insane! Gary’s goons are so going down. Loki’s Warriors will annihilate them.” Isa raised her fist into the air with a cheer.

What was she talking about? Georgina’s breaths were coming in sharp pants, adrenaline rushed through her. What was happening right now?

“Shouldn’t we do something?” she asked.

“What can we do?” Isa asked, grasping hold of her as someone bumped into the table. “Don’t worry. O’Ryan will take care of things.”

How could one man stop this? She liked Noah, she didn’t want to see him get hurt.

“Isa! Georgie!”

She looked over to see Kiesha trying to push her way through the crowd of onlookers to get to them.

“Kiesha, get somewhere safe!” she yelled at her.

She waved back, but kept making her way forward. Someone grabbed her, lifting her up on the table.

“Thanks, Frank! Isn’t this exciting?” she said as she wrapped her arms around Georgina and Isa’s waists. “There hasn’t been a Trivia Night this exciting since Loki’s Warriors did that strip tease.”

“Good times,” Isa agreed.

A loud bang made Georgina jump with a cry. She might have fallen to her knees if Kiesha wasn’t holding her up. Nausea bubbled in her stomach and her heart raced.

She was safe. She was fine. She needed to keep it together. This wasn’t the time to panic. She had friends to look after.

“Oh, man, O’Ryan already got out the air rifle,” Kiesha said. “Damn, that’s a shame. Things were just getting good.”

Getting good? Nothing about this was good. She placed a hand over her rapidly-beating heart. She needed to calm down.

“W-what?”

Kiesha nodded over to where O’Ryan stood on the top of the bar, a gun in his hands. No, not a gun, an air rifle. No one was firing bullets.

“Hey, you okay?” Isa asked her. “You look kind of pale.”

“Just not feeling great. Too many pink flamingos.” Right, blame it on the alcohol, not the fact that you nearly had a panic attack at the sound of an air rifle.

“The next person who throws a punch is banned for life,” O’Ryan roared into the suddenly quiet crowd.

There was a lot of grumbling. Obviously, the residents of Wishingbone didn’t like having their brawl stopped.

“What the hell is going on in here!” That yell didn’t come from O’Ryan.

Georgina glanced over towards the doorway and stared into the stern gaze of the sheriff.

Oh. Shit.

Ed stood at the doorway, hands on his hips as he surveyed the fucking carnage inside. What was going on? Sure, he’d answered calls out to the Wishing Well before. There were always going to be idiots who created trouble, especially when alcohol was involved. Then there was that time Loki and his guys decided to do a striptease. That wasn’t something Ed wanted to repeat. He’d seen way more dick that night than he’d ever hoped to see in a lifetime.

But this had nothing on that night.

There were a number of injured people on the dance floor. And Loki had Ronald Pikes in a choke hold, not that he’d be any great loss to society, but shit. The paperwork.

He glanced around, surveying everything. Then his eyes hit on a pair of familiar ones and he froze. She was standing on the top of a table, wearing a conservative white blouse and black pants. Her hair was a mess, though, and her shirt was half-untucked.

He scowled. What the hell was she doing here? He ran his gaze over at the women she was standing with. Kiesha and Isa.

He guessed he’d just answered his own question. Kiesha had a lot to answer for. Thank God the three of them had been nowhere near the fighting. At least he had that to be grateful for.

Because if anyone had touched one of them . . .

“Loki, put Ronald down,” he commanded. “Gary, lower that pool cue right now.” He stepped further into the room. “The rest of you sit down where you are. Now!”

“Got it under control, Ed,” O’Ryan called out. “No need to rush out here.”

“Put that air rifle away, O’Ryan,” Ed ordered. He liked O’Ryan, but the guy tended to take the law into his own