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had been observing her since she first walked into the bar, and intended to have the attractive outsider ride with him.
    Spike stood, a bit drunk on his feet, ready for a fight. Frustrated, he flung his black and red bandana to the floor, revealing the rest of his tattooed head. The black skull, balanced with evil green eyes, had a large nail (spike) hammered into the design. Angelina wondered if they called him Spike because of the tattoo, or if he had gotten the tattoo because they called him Spike. Either way, the eerie image posted on his head intimidated her.
    “Who the fuck do you think you are talking to Blaze?” he asked, rubbing his skull. “She is riding with me, I had her first. Back off.”
    “And I have her now,” Blaze stated, “and I don’t share,” he clarified with a deliberate sneer as he turned to walk away, expecting Angelina to follow.
    Spike threw his mug to the ground, shattering the glass over the dirty floor. When he leaned in to grab Angelina’s arm, Blaze stopped him by stepping in front of the frightened woman. He jerked Spike’s arm away without much effort, and then shoved him against the bar. Spike, unwilling to let it go, pulled a blade out of the back pocket of his faded jeans. Sweat trickled down the side of his head. Blaze stood his ground, as if daring the enraged biker to make a move. He showed no fear. Spike hesitated, knowing that the alcohol he consumed would slow his reflexes. With Blaze as the opponent - that would be a problem. He had seen the man fight, and Blaze knew what he was doing. The hefty bartender took a step between them, stopping the confrontation from going any farther.
    “Is she really worth it man?” he asked Spike, trying to keep the men from scrapping. Spike was right, the girl was his first, but Blaze was not going to back down. The bartender could see it in his expression. Spike pushed his bar stool hard to the ground in protest and reluctantly returned his sharp blade to his back pocket. He would have loved to use the blade on the cocky man for embarrassing him, but the bar was not the place to settle it. That would have to come later, and it would.
    “Damn right you will share her Blaze,” Spike hollered, trying to keep some dominance. His voice was loud and alarming. Blaze, still in control, turned towards the door unruffled, with Angelina in tow.
    Before Angelina really had time to think about what was happening, Blaze, the biker who had called her Angel, hustled her towards the exit. The quick jolt he caused by yanking her, caused her ribs to scream in pain. She turned and looked towards the laughter and whistles as they were leaving. She caught one more glance at the baldheaded man they called Spike. His glare tore through her. As afraid as she was to go with Blaze, she was even more afraid to have stayed with the others.
    When they stepped outside into the early morning light, the orange color of the sky confused Angelina. She entered the bar thinking it was nighttime, but dawn had arrived while she was in the building. Realizing that she had been unconscious longer than she thought, fear trickled through her. The rueful mother wondered if Justin was safe. A lot of precious time had slipped away. Her heart sank a little more than it had before, praying that her son was not harmed by his father.
    “Sit there and wait,” commanded the dominant stranger, shoving her towards the ground. She grabbed her tender side as she stumbled, struggling to catch her breath. She then lowered herself to the cement porch and sat quietly, watching as the biker lit a cigarette. He inhaled deeply, and then allowed the smoke to seep slowly out of his experienced mouth. He said nothing, repeating the process until he was finished with his cigarette. Angelina watched as he flicked it to the dirt below. He then began to fidget with his bike as he prepared for the ride, disregarding Angelina all together. She thought about getting up to run, but knew that she had