That was until Sawyer broke free, sidestepping Jimmy. The man moved like a fucking cat. Before Beau knew what the hell had happened, Sawyer had ripped Ricky right out of his chair, sort of in the same manner Beau had picked him up off the ground the other day when his mouth had gotten the better of him.
“I’m not going to say this again, you better find your manners, kid. Go home to mommy and daddy and ask for a fucking lesson because if I hear anything even remotely close to that out of your mouth again, I’m going to rearrange your ugly fucking face.”
Beau took a step closer, as did the rest of the group. When Jimmy moved, Travis took a single step forward, successfully inserting himself between Jimmy and Sawyer.
“Come on, man,” Zane said, gripping Sawyer’s arm. “It ain’t worth it.” Zane’s eyes moved across the group before he followed up with, “And no matter how hard you try, you can’t fix stupid.”
“True, but I can help adjust their way of thinking,” Sawyer growled.
Beau was anxious to get in the middle of it, to carry Ricky’s sorry ass outside and leave Jimmy to Sawyer or Travis, but he knew better than to draw attention to Ethan.
Considering Ethan was the one who brought the tow truck to Dillinger’s, Beau knew Ricky would immediately start spouting more nonsense. And that would be hitting too close to home. So much so, Beau was certain Ethan would back off even more than he had before.
At this point, the last thing Beau cared to deal with was Ethan running from him. If this was what they were going to be up against, Beau was prepared to fight for what he wanted. He damn sure wasn’t going to sit back and let Ethan get bullied this way.
Another guy at the table pushed to his feet, but before he could move, Gage came from nowhere and had him pinned between the wall and his towering frame.
The rest of the brothers and Jared closed in.
“Sorry, man,” Ricky muttered to Sawyer, sounding not sorry at all.
But, apparently it worked because Sawyer dropped him, releasing his t-shirt and offering a not-so-gentle shove that sent him stumbling backward into the chair.
Travis didn’t move, his angry gaze locked with Jimmy’s. “Be careful, Reardon.”
Sawyer backed away from the table slowly so as not to be caught unaware, but no one seemed to move from where they were riveted to the floor in the middle of the bar.
“I plan to be. And the next time I teach that little faggot a lesson, I’ll make him suffer everything he’s made my family suffer.”
Beau heard the threat, but had no idea what Jimmy was talking about, but when he glanced over at Ethan, he noticed the same embanked fury on his handsome face as Sawyer had. He didn’t have a moment to try and figure out how it all linked together before all hell broke loose.
Sawyer took a step closer, and before anyone could stop him, he cold-cocked Jimmy. The guy stumbled, but before he could hit the floor, Sawyer grabbed him again. An uncivilized roar erupted from Ethan’s older brother, one that shook the thin walls of the bar before he began wailing on Jimmy’s lax form.
Beau moved in when Zane did, keeping the others at the table back while Travis and Gage reached for Sawyer, finally managing to pull him off of Jimmy. Beau watched as the two brawny men used all of their strength to hold Sawyer back, barely able to maintain a grip on him.
“You son of a bitch! Keep in mind, I know what you did. You even fucking think about threatening him again, and I’ll rip you apart. Understand me?”
Sawyer tried to lunge out of Travis’ hold, but failed. The twins moved suddenly, coming to stand between them. While Braydon kept his eyes on Jimmy, Brendon turned to face Sawyer.
“Come on, it’s time to head out,” Brendon said, grabbing Sawyer’s shoulder and pulling him out of Travis’ grasp and closer to the door.
Beau moved in alongside Jared, Ethan and Zane, the three of them now forming a line that separated Brendon and Travis who were escorting Sawyer outside. Zoey, Kylie, Jessie, and V followed Kaleb toward the door, but all four of the women looked fit to be tied. If Beau had to guess, they weren’t as angry at their men as they were at the situation. It was just a damn good thing they’d stayed out of it. Lord knew what kind of hell would’ve rained down if something had happened to one of them. A mated Walker was a beast better left unprovoked.
When Jimmy dropped down into his seat, the rest of the guys at his table followed suit. Only then did some of the tension dissipate.
Braydon turned to the bartender, his voice loud and clear. “Yo, Mack, when you close up tonight, you might want to take the trash out. It’s beginning to fucking stink in here.”