Boss

Bates sat beside him on his right. His attention focused on the woman sitting next to him. Wearing black jeans and T-shirt that showed off an array of navy tattoos on his muscled arms, Bates instantly attracted the woman’s attention within minutes of her entering the bar. Dane smiled as he listened to the banter between the two. Bates wasn’t one for talking, more the strong and silent type, uttering a few words when required. It didn’t matter to the woman, as long as she had his attention. And she did, at least as much as Bates could give her. He always had Dane’s six, his back, and that would never change.