Friday Fireworks: Don't touch what isn't yours!

 

It's Friday, the weekend is here, and I've got a ton of writing to do, but first, let's see some fireworks. In this Friday's snippet, we're focusing on Fireworks of a more volatile form than steamy bits of previous weeks. Taking from my upcoming release, A Little Christmas: Ajay's Secret, this little bit shows just what happens when Walker spots a bruise on his boy. Each Friday Fireworks segment will feature some bit of excitement, from explosive tension to sizzling moments. All you have to do is tune in to see just what type of Fireworks they'll be. 

A Little Christmas: Ajay's Secret 
Coming December 1
Available for Preorder here!

“You ain’t done playin’” The man snarled, his whiskey breath like a cloud floating around Ajay’s head.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m takin’ a break,” Ajay shot back, holding his ground.

The man gave Ajay a solid shove and he staggered. “Not anymore you ain’t, now get back over there.”

“Fuck off!” Ajay snarled, shoving him back. “I’ll play when I’m good and ready!”

Ajay made it two steps past him when the man grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around. Expecting a punch, Ajay got his arm up and blocked it and popped the guy in the mouth for good measure before shoving past him again.

Could he leave it along?

Of course not.

This time he grabbed Ajay by the hair and spun him right into a concrete pillar, his cheek connecting solidly and instantly starting to throb. He was dragged backward several steps before being flung in the direction of corner where his guitar sat waiting, leaving Ajay to debate the best course of action. Keep fighting, or get the music started again since the patrons were growing restless once more.  
It was the threat that came from somewhere else in the room that made the decision for him, especially when a second voice chimed in. Okay, so clearly, the guy who’d come after him wasn’t the only one pissed about his attempt at a break. One on one he could handle, but the possibly of getting jumped wasn’t one he wanted to take. Still, he flipped off his assailant before returning to his guitar and launching into another heavy piece, keeping things loud and crazy long past when he’d intended to stop for the night.

While the place had thinned out considerably, the asshole who’d come after him had lingered, along with several of his friends, so when Barrett finally told him to shut it down, and paid him, slipping him an additional hundred for the extra time, Ajay didn’t feel like walking would be the best idea.

A quick text to Tiny went unanswered, as did his one to Billy, asking him to wake Tiny and tell him to call. Shanny and Angel must have been asleep to, since neither responded when he tried to call them, leaving Ajay pondering whether to risk it and walk, since he still hadn’t gotten around to getting a prepaid visa and setting up an Uber account. Now, he was kicking himself for putting it off while he stared down at Walker’s number, hoping it wouldn’t piss the man off too much to be woken.

He was shocked when Walker answered on the second ring.

“Ajay…I didn’t expect to hear from you tonight.”

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?”

“Nope, just this file I’m past sick of going through. Please tell me you’ve got something amusing to share to take my mind off of it.”

“Not exactly,” Ajay hedged, hesitant to bother him. In fact, he was about to apologize for calling in the first place when he caught sight of the asshole from earlier in the night steadily staring at him.

“Is something wrong?”

Sighing, Ajay took stock of his inebriated state and decided that the asshole and his friends weren’t ones he wanted to tangle with.

“Ajay. Talk to me.”

It wasn’t a request that time, but an order, and Ajay felt a lot better about answering now that Walker had slipped into that tone.

“I played at a bar tonight and now I’ve got a little problem,” Ajay explained. “No one is answering at home and this asshole I got into it with is hanging around with his buddies, so I don’t wanna risk walking.”

“Want me to send for an Uber?”

“Yes, please, just, could you see where they pick up from first, if it isn’t near enough to the front of the bar Leroy won’t be able to keep an eye out for me.”

“Where exactly are you?”

Ajay gave him the address and shuffled from one foot to the other while Walker went silent on the other end.

“Yeah, that’s not going to work, nearest pickup is a block in the other direction from where you live.” Walker said. “Just stay put, I’ll get an Uber to bring me so you aren’t alone.”

“Thanks you. I’m sorry for disrupting your night.”

“In this case, I’m glad you did,” Walker told him, his voice holding that stern, no nonsense tone that told Ajay he wasn’t just being nice. “I’d have been very upset if you didn’t and something happened to you. Now sit tight, I’ll be there soon.”

The call disconnected, leaving Ajay to perch on the stool he’d chosen, where he could keep one eye on the guy and his friends while waiting for Walker. He’d expected a call back when he arrived, or a text telling him to come out, so the last thing he expected was to see Walker stalk through the doors less than ten minutes later, and head straight for Ajay.

The moment he caught sight of the bruise on Ajay’s cheek his eyes went wide, then narrowed into a fierce scowl that only grew darker when he took Ajay’s face in his hands and studied the mark.

“Who did that?” Walker snarled, eyes skimming past Ajay’s shoulder to take in the room.

“I did, you got a problem with that?” Asshole barked as he slammed down his drink.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” Walker remarked, moving past Ajay who turned in time to see the asshole coming off his barstool. His last thought, before Walker tackled the man and started raining punches down on his face, was that the night had just taken a hard left into the unexpected.