by E. C. Land
Talking to Izzy distracted me from the time, and now I have to rush to get ready for the night. Good thing I’m the boss. They’re definitely perks in owning your own bar; you can wear whatever you want. I quickly dress in a pair of faded jeans and my favorite shirt that states that you should kiss my ass, along with my hot as hell knee-high boots to complete my look. I need to hurry so I can get down there and place the section chart out along with everything being in order for Cristy, our bartender. I know I’m going to have to get the paperwork done early so I can help her out. Honestly what I need to do is hire a second bartender, but it’s a pain to train someone to do it the way it’s supposed to be done. Izzy helps out when she can but it’s not enough; we need more workers. Especially when the bar is packed.
“Fuck Ken! Are you looking for trouble tonight wearing that shit? The guys are going to be all over you." Izzy says while she waits for me to finish getting ready.
"As if I care. Those guys know not to fuck with me. Otherwise, they will get booted in a heartbeat.” It’s true and she knows it. I have the best security in town working at the bar. I honestly don’t give a damn what people think. I mean damn it’s just clothes.
The last step is to finish up my make-up and throw my waist length hair into a messy bun as I head for the door. I don’t even bother to make sure it looks ok because you can never go wrong with a messy bun. Besides I’m going to be late if I don’t get a move on.
Izzy jumps in the passenger side of the truck that my brother bought me a year ago for my birthday. I told him he shouldn’t have, but evidently Jerod knew how much I wanted my own truck for when I go out in the woods during hunting season or go down to the beach. I absolutely love hunting. It’s the only time I really do anything for myself. Granted in the past two years I haven’t done much of either being busy with the bar. There just hasn’t been time for it.
Jerod is one of the best brothers a girl could ask for. He was the only male figure I had after our dad was killed. I miss him so much, but when I moved here four years ago I never went back. Now we live hours apart instead of five minutes driving distance like we used to. There’s this constant pain in my heart for leaving my brother without an explanation as to why.
Honestly I was just too scared to run to him and his club after what happened that night. I left with nothing but the clothes on my back and the money in my pocket. Maybe I should have gone to my brother. However, I didn’t want to see anything happen to him or his club. He kept that part of his life away from me. “For your own protection” he always used to say.
It didn’t matter though. They connected me to him anyway.
"So, you need any help tonight at the bar?" Izzy asks as I pull into the parking lot of the bar.
"I can always use the extra help." Which is true. Especially tonight.
"Cool. Who knows, maybe while I’m working someone will catch my eye." She wiggles her eyebrows at me. I can’t help the giggle that escapes my mouth at her crazy antics.
"Well, there’s an extra set of clothes in my office. I could use someone behind the bar to help Cristy tonight while Demons Among Us is on stage. That way I can help where I’m needed." We’ll be packed to capacity. Usually I’m either in my office dealing with paperwork or behind the bar helping out Cristy. With Izzy working behind the bar as well I can help the girls out on the floor where I’ll be needed the most
"Hell Yeah! I have no problem wearing the uniform. It’s hot as hell. Maybe I’ll even be lucky enough to get laid with it on." Dancing in her seat as I put the car in park. Yep, that’s my crazy-ass best friend for you.
When we get to the bar my phone pings, telling me that there’s a text message. Looking at it before heading in, I see a text from my brother asking what I’m up to “What are you up to?” Smiling, I text back that I just got to the bar to get ready for the evening. Another ping follows. I read "OK", which is weird to me. My brother never just says OK. It’s not like we talk that much like we used to. With other people he's short and pretty much a complete ass, but when it comes to me he's always been a talker.
I let it go for the time being. There’s a lot to do to prepare for a Friday night. I ask Izzy to check to see what needs to be re-stocked in the coolers behind the bar top while I turn on the jukebox. Since the band won't go on until nine thirty
My waitresses arrive just before I open so that they can get their prep work done. Each girl always has some type of drink from a blow job to a screaming orgasm to a pretty pink pussy. These sell like hot cakes, especially when the customers that buy them are looking down at the girl’s titties or at their asses in the shorts that they wear.
Once everything has been set up in the bar, I make my way to my office to give Izzy her change of clothes and get to work. I'm so engrossed in the invoices and purchase orders for the bar that I don’t realize it’s almost time to open. Walking out to the main part of the bar, I see that the girls have everything under control. My main girls Lynsdey and Cleo are working the floor while Cristy is tending her side as Izzy helps with the other. The other three waitresses are also helping customers. The place is already packed. I make my way toward them to give them a hand and get everything under control. Lynsdey comes toward the bar, blushing up a storm and shaking her head.
I make my way over to her. "What’s going on?" She points to the group in the back. “New guys in town.” I follow the direction she pointed and see the group of six guys sitting there looking like they’re having one hell of a good time. When I look closer I notice that they’re wearing cuts. Without seeing what club they’re with I’m apprehensive about them being here. I don’t want any problems with these guys.
I’ll start looking for one of my barbacks to handle the situation if they continue to shout lewd comments towards my staff. My girls know they’re here to work not socialize.
Hell I can understand why Lynsdey was blushing they’re fucking hot. Like off the charts hot. I would so go for a guy that looked like that. But then again none of them could compare to Scotty. Damn I need to get over him.
Izzy must be right about tonight with her maybe getting laid.
That’s when I look closer at the group of guys and see their cuts. I start to panic until I notice my brother sitting among them, drinking a beer and laughing his ass off. Holy fucking shit, Jerod is in my bar. He didn’t tell he was coming to town. And he has a bunch of his brothers with him. Damn!
I storm over to his table ready to give him an earful, the ass could have mentioned he was coming not like we don’t talk every day.
My steps falter when I notice the guy sitting next to him. I’d know those eyes anywhere…”
Holy shit...this day is just one surprise after another. My brother showing up here and now seeing him.
The shock on his face is more than I can handle. I didn’t know he was a member of Devils Riot. He looks shocked. He’s looking at me pissed. It pains me to see that look. He’s clearly still angry over how things ended four years ago. But it was just a week. One glorious week when I fell in love with him.
I fell in love with him and I ended up leaving my heart with him and never turning back.
Ignoring my feelings, I continue toward the table with the intention of yelling at my brother for not calling and letting me know he was coming. I mean shit, he did text me earlier asking what I was up to. It's not like he couldn’t shoot a quick text saying he was coming this way. Or that he was already here. Fucker. I mean, I love him, but fucker.
As I approach, Jerod notices me and yells out. I jolt at the boom in his voice. "KENNY! Damn it’s good to see you!" He gets up and barrels toward me, wrapping me into a hug. God, I've missed him. Jerod has always been my rock.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Why the hell didn’t you call me?” I ask Jerod while hugging him back in the process.
He responds with a shrug and says, "I wanted to surprise you by coming here. We're moving to a new clubhouse, and we voted to build it here in Franklin. Plus, I knew we would
have one hell of an awesome bar to visit when we're not at the club. Come over here. I want you to meet my VP, Horse, Road Captain, Rage, and SAA, Thorn." They nod their heads toward me. All but Scotty who I now realize is called Horse, he’s smirking at me.
Shaking my head, I reply, "Nice to meet you all. I’ll catch up with you later. It’s going to be a busy night so behave yourself and don’t cause any trouble while you’re here. Enjoy the band.” Turning to my brother, I point my finger. “We will be discussing this later, Jerod." I then let my eyes wander over to the man who looks even better than he did back then. Who now looks like he’s clenching his jaw. I don’t care if it was a long time ago. I still remember him, and he probably remembers me. We had a week’s worth of passion that ruined me for anyone else. But I wasn’t anything to him then, and I never will be. I was nothing but a fuck, an easy pussy from back in the day.
As I walk away from the table, all I can do is close my eyes, wondering how he can be here in my bar, in my life again. It will hurt to see him with all the easy bitches that come in here. Even if it was four years ago, I still want one thing, to be his.
But I’ll never be Scotty’s. Well, I guess I should say I’ll never be Horse’s. And the thought of that hurts.
3
Horse
We’re sitting around the table at the bar, laughing at some dumb ass joke Thorn just made about Twister, when I notice one pissed off yet hot as hell woman heading our way. my dick perks up before my brain can connect the dots. As memories of her barrel through my mind, my dick has already grown harder than it has since the last time I placed eyes on her.
Kenny.
Hell, seeing the woman who has haunted my dreams for the last four years is almost more than I can take. It just pisses me the hell off.
The moment Twister sees Kenny, he actually smiles which something he rarely does. Calling out her name, he jumps up, almost taking the table with him and grabs his sister up in a hug that lifts her clear off the floor. They talk for a moment before Kenny takes her leave. I can’t help but watch the way her ass sways as she walks back over to the bar. I try to be sly about it, not wanting anyone to pick up on me noticing the Prez’s little sister. I see her go behind the bar to talk with the bartenders and waitresses, pointing in our direction. The girls get a huge smile on their faces, all except Kenny. She has a look filled with confusion drag across her face. I bet she's wondering why I’m here and why I never told her that I was part of the club. Not that I’m ashamed of being a part of the club, but I had just earned my seat at the table. I wasn’t really looking for anyone when I met her. At least not at first.
Damn, I can’t believe that she’s really here. That Twister’s sister is the one that got away.
Thorn pulls me out of my thoughts when he starts to speak. "Damn, Prez your sister is hot as hell. How come we’ve never seen her? " He points his head the same direction as I had just been looking. This only earns him an evil glare from Twister.
"One, that’s my sister asshole and I didn’t want her around dicks like you. Two you need to show her some respect as well as this bar considering we own fifteen percent of this place.” Twister says.
“What the fuck? Seriously?” At Twister’s curt nod, Thorn goes on to say, “Sorry, Prez, meant no disrespect.” The fucker goes pale for a second before regaining his composure.
Damn, I didn’t even know we even owned any bars out this way. I knew we had three back home, along with a custom bike garage. Usually we have a vote on any type of business we have. Unless this was a personal investment that he’s making into one of the clubs investments now that we’re down here. But damn, this is awesome news, we already have something going for us. Now we just need a vote on what we’re going to do ourselves. All the charters have different businesses to cover their part in the pipeline that the club has set up. Hopefully the club votes on building a garage. When we rode into town I didn’t notice any garages around. It would be a smart move for us to open one here. Bonus it would give the guys a place to work on their bikes. Since we already have a percentage in a bar here then it should be a unanimous vote.
"When did we become part owners of a bar out this way?" I look at Twister,
"About two years ago, when Kenny wanted to open this place. At first I was just helping her out because she’s my sister, but Kenny insisted that I become a partner. I agreed, however what she’s doesn’t know is that I put in the contract that if the club ever moved into this area that my percentage would become club business. She doesn’t know that it’s fifteen percent club property yet, she still thinks that I’m a silent partner that loaned her the money she needed for starting this place. Honestly I would like to keep it that way. The club staying silent partners. In the contract for the loan we had drawn up, she will start paying out giving me my share after three years of being in black. This place has been in the black since two months after opening. “So another year to go and we will start seeing our portion of the profits from here. We’ll talk about it more in church with the rest of the guys," Twister says as he looks around the table at all of us.
"Damn! Shit yeah, I don’t see it being a problem with the brothers. We'll keep our mouths shut about being it being part club property. Do we at least drink for free?" Rage asks.
"Dumbass, seriously, have you paid for any of the drinks that bitch has brought to the table? No you haven’t. " Twister laughs “These bitches know who I am, and Kenny has told all her girls that I drink for free, along with anyone who comes with me. All Kenny asks is that we leave a generous tip for our waitress." He grins, lifting his eyebrows and goes on. "Plus, just wait until the bar’s song starts playing you will definitely want to leave a generous tip."
What the fuck does that means? Bar song…really? Sounds like something she would do, though. Kenny told me once how it was her dream to open a bar one day. From the looks of this place it looks like she succeeded in accomplishing her goal.
Suddenly the jukebox changes to Steve Earl’s ‘Copperhead Road’ and all the waitresses make their way to a table. Our waitress Lynsdey I think that’s her name, jumps up on ours and starts to dance to the song, giving one hell of a show. The way she’s moving you can see she’s not wearing anything underneath them shorts. Oh, hell yea I’m going to like this place
Between the outfits these girls wear, the dancing on tables and having a band that plays here the club will definitely be spending a lot of time here.
Looking around, I find that all the girls, even the bartenders, are dancing on top of the tables. Including Kenny. She’s on top of the fucking bar top with the two bartenders, and I have no choice but to readjust my dick with the way she’s dancing. Damn, her body and the way she moves it is fucking perfect. Swinging her hips, swaying to the song. Watching her as she dips her body down and back up to the beat of the music. It’s hot as hell and makes me wish that she wasdoing that dance up against my dick. Which is becoming harder by the minute watching her. I’m pissed as hell that I didn’t know she was Twister’s sister, but my dick just doesn’t give a damn as it grows harder than I’ve been in a long ass time. Watching her move that body reminds me of the times I had been buried deep in that tight little pussy of hers. Fuck all I can think of right now is what it would feel like to sink my dick inside of her, how she would tighten around my dick.
Twister looks to where my gaze is, groans turns his head back around and mumbles, "Fuck I can’t stand it when she does that shit. I hate seeing her as anything other than my baby sister I raised. She’s grown up way too much since she moved this way. Even more so in the last two years when she opened this place." I can see the look of a pride in his eyes when he talks about her.
Deciding to change the subject, I ask him when we're supposed to move into the new clubhouse and we start talking about club business, what the dangers of marking our territory are going to be, and what we need to do to protect what is ours. We decided to come this way since it was two hours closer to the docks we’re going to be using,
but it’s still got a lot of land in the area. This will make working with our contacts in the pipeline that much easier.
He shocks the shit out of me when he says we’re all heading to Kenny’s place tonight. I knew we were staying with his sister but fuck that was before finding out my Kenny is my Prez’s sister. Tomorrow we’re going to go take a look at everything that needs to be done at the clubhouse.
I inwardly groan thinking about being in the same house with her. Being that close and not able to touch her. It’s going to drive me insane. From the look on her face, I want to think that she remembers me. In fact, I fucking bet she remembers the way I feel inside her.
I wonder if she has a man. I haven’t seen any men come up to her in here other than the patrons needing refills. I mean, shit, this is a fucking awesome bar, and if I were her man I wouldn’t be letting her in here without me, especially with how packed it is. I’m going to have to find out if she does. Either way, she’s going to be mine. There is no way I am going to let her go. If she does have a man, then I just need to tell her to cut him loose. I need to make her mine the way I should have four years ago. Just need to find time to talk to Twister and explain the situation to him.
"So how do you know my sister, Horse?" Twister asks, making me choke on my beer. He fucking always sees through people. I should have known he would have picked up on my watching her.
"What? I don’t know what you’re talking about." I try my best to look dumbfounded.
Twister shakes his head. “Look, I’m going to cut to the fucking chase here. I know about you two being together back then. I know because I saw you two together. Yeah, it pissed me off at the time, just didn’t say anything about it since she seemed to be happy. I swear, I saw her smile more that week then I had in a long time. If you’re going for round two, I’d better see that same fucking smile. I will say this, though. If you had anything to do with why my sister up and moved her ass four hours away from me, we’re going to have fucking problems. Got me? I don’t know what happened, but I will find out once and for all why she left without taking anything with her, using some excuse that she needed a change in her life. Which was complete bullshit. Still is." He gets up, grabs his beer, and walks over to Kenny and one of the bartenders, striking up a conversation making them smile and laugh. The image of her that I’ve kept of her doesn’t do her justice with how beautiful she is now.
