Thorn (Carmichael Series #5)✔️

Looking For Trouble

**Hi guys! So this has been an absolutely crazy week for me. I got a call on Monday from my dream nursing school and I was accepted!! Anywho, that's enough about me, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter because it's the one you've all been waiting for!!!***

Tansy's POV

Pressing my lips together to finish off my red lipstick application, I looked myself up and down. Pleased with my final inspection, I shoved my phone in the back pocket of my ripped up black jeans before pulling my leather jacket on. I refrained from laughing at myself because this was basically what I wore for Halloween last year - with the color of my hair and my small build, it made for the perfect badass Sandy costume ever.

When I finally pulled into a parking space, my chest began heaving up and down with nerves as I checked out the area surrounding the bar.

Oh my God, is that a fucking rat?

What the fuck am I even doing here? Jesus, Tansy, you're going to end up getting robbed or stabbed, not find your prince charming. What the hell was I thinking?

Wait...what the hell? When did I become such a damn pussy? I have one, I don't need to be one.

Squaring my shoulders, I exited my car and locked it, not giving myself a chance to look back and rethink this random surge of confidence I gained. Pushing the doors to the bar open, I tried to keep my face stoic even though I was now currently shitting myself. These people look like they've seen some shit in their lifetime.

They probably have, came the nagging voice in the back of my mind. I released a quick burst of air from my lips before sauntering up to the bar and knocking on the bartop. The bartender was cute, but he didn't look hard enough to be working in a place like this.

"Jesus Christ. I've seen that look on that same face before. You're related to Scar's woman, ain'tcha?" He stated smartly, an arrogant smile on his face telling me he already knew what my answer was going to be.

"What's it matter to you?" I shot back, trying to seem hard - which was the exact opposite of what I was in this very moment.

"Because I'm needing to know if you're going to cause issues in my bar just like Scar's girl did." He teased before winking at me. "And I'm guessing by the way you're speaking to me in the same way she did, the answer is more than just yes." I scoffed, annoyed at the assumption he was making about me. Especially because he was probably right...

"You're a real dick, you know that?" I sassed, giving him my best glare. I was irritated even further when he just threw his head back and laughed as if I'd just told him the world's funniest joke.

"Just for that, I'm gonna tell you the same thing I told her. Go home. Whatever daddy did that pissed you off isn't worth what you could potentially get yourself messed up in in this kind of neighborhood." He spoke, giving me a hard look before walking away to attend to the guy sitting a couple stools down from me.

Rolling my eyes, I knew he wasn't about to serve me any alcohol. Slipping from my seat, I meandered away from the bar and over to the pool table that wasn't currently unoccupied. It felt like a 100 sets of eyes were following me as I set the game up. I ignored everyone around me as I made my first shot. Huh, I'm not that bad.

"Well look who it fucking is!" Some guy yelled from across the bar just as I heard the front door shut. I decided just to keep to myself, content with the game of pool I was playing all on my own. Reaching for the chalk, I rubbed it over the tip of my stick before setting it back down and bending over the table to finish off my one-player game. I completely fucked up the shot as someone grasped my hips from behind and pulled my ass back against their crotch and ground against me.