Butch's [POV]
"What do you mean fight? What kind of fight?"
All of the guys are sitting around the patio of the bar right across the street from The Angry Ant. Nash just answered a phone call. His face went from normal to deadly in under a second.
"Jim! What do you mean the blonde woman sent a guy to the ground with a right hook? What blonde woman?"
Mason and I jump up, throw a few twenties on the table, and head toward the gate.
"We're across the street. We're on our way." Nash shakes his head and looks at Mason. "My buddy Jim is at the Ant. He said some guy was talking to our ladies when 'the blonde woman' floored him with a right hook. Since he knows my blonde woman's name, I'm guessing it was your blonde woman."
"If it was a right hook," Mason says, letting out a long sigh, "it was always going to be my blonde woman."
Alex catches up to us. "What? They're in a bar fight?"
