by E. C. Land
“I’ll have the storeroom ready for the shipment’s tomorrow afternoon. When you hear from the Russians you can mention to them that we have everything ready to go. Dragon can handle the locking system while I do the camera setup. I just finished designing this new code pad, so I will need everyone to give me palm scans. No one can enter or leave the room without it.” Gadget speaks. Dragon not being a big talker just nods in understanding.
Fuckin’ hell that’s some high-tech shit. All of us line up and place our hands as he instructs, making sure that we’re in the system.
“Now that we have that handled and we’ll be all set up tomorrow, we can have the prospects start working on the fence. I’m thinking first thing tomorrow morning. I want everything fucking done up before the shipment is scheduled to arrive. Being the new charter, we don’t need any fuck ups. Doesn’t matter if we’re all from the national charter or not. If we screw up all the everyone will have our asses. Now let’s get out here” That being said Twister ends church.
“Let’s get ready to fucking party. I can hardly wait to go check out this Outlaw Racks that you guys mentioned earlier. It’s about time we enjoy some titties and beer,” Hades says all too enthusiastically.
I’m right there with you brother right there with you, I think to myself.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me. This has to be the best fucking bar ever! Just add some stripper poles, and this place would be the key to every man’s fantasy. I mean shit, it’s like the owner only hires bitches that should be nymphs from Greek mythology.” Hades can’t shut his fucking mouth while we make our way through the crowd to find a couple of tables we can put together for our group.
Hades is right about that: Outlaw is a man’s dream bar. The place is jam-packed again tonight. I wonder if there’s a band or if this is a regular night for them. I don’t see anything being set up, so my guess would be a regular Saturday night.
Kenny really did an excellent job with this place, seeing how it draws in the crowd. She designed this place to fit every aspect of what a patron would want. Sectioned off into areas for everything from dancing in front of the stage to pool tables and darts. The woman literally thought of everything a potential customer would want in a bar.
The waitresses are out in full force taking care of their tables. Two of the waitresses see us as we make our way to a table. Both of them strut their asses over to our group to take orders, and offer us one of the shots off their trays to hold us over.
All the guys stare between the bitches’ tits and the shots they have. But mostly at their tits.
“What the fuck are those?” Hades lifts his brow looking at the waitress closest to him. I think her name is Cleo. I can see why Rage called dibs on this bitch. She’s hot with all her tattoos and piercings on display. The purple hair just completes her look.
Cleo who we met last night along with Lynsdey looks at Hades giving him a “come fuck me” glance. “On my tray, I have the best fucking blow jobs you could wish for. And Lynsdey here... well she has the most amazingly delicious pretty pink pussies you could dream of tasting.” She speaks in her sultry voice. Damn, these girls know how to do their job that’s for sure.
Hades takes in both their bodies in awe. You can see that he is completely dumbfounded by theses bitches’ approach. Big man whore that he is, he just got a fucking lesson in the game. Hell, he ain’t seen shit yet.
“Sweet thing, we’ll take the whole damn lot of them. These will hold us over ‘til you get back with our orders.” Hades tells the both of them.
Taking a shot of each, he finds that- for girlie drinks, they’re damn good. I wonder which bartender made them. A lot of times the bartender’s water down the drinks or don’t give you the right amount of liquor. This shit tastes just right. I’m fucking impressed. I like to stick with my Gentleman Jack. Can’t ever go wrong with Jack. Smooth going down and doesn’t need some chaser. Looking around the bar, it doesn’t take but a second to find Kenny behind the bar top working.
What the fuck? Where are her bartenders tonight? It’s fucking crowded in here and she's the only one working. This place is too damn busy to have just one bartender back there at one time. She’s back there making drinks and talking to the patrons. I watch as Kenny works behind the bar the way she moves you can see that she’s in tune with the needs of her customers. I’m amazed at everything she’s doing all at once, without missing a beat. I’m going to have to talk to Twister about stepping up maybe have some of the prospects work here. Some of her employees aren’t doing their jobs like they’re supposed to.
“What ya looking at Horse?” Hades’ eyes roam over towards the bar, and he takes his first look at my woman. Well, she’s not officially my woman yet, but she is off fucking limits to everyone else.
I mutter, “Just watching everything around us. Trying to get used to the place.”
“Brother, I know that’s not what you’re doing.” Rage smirks, knowing I was keeping my eyes on Kenny. He’s not stupid, and it’s not like I’m trying to hide it.
“Looks like you’re going to have some competition for that feisty little thing.” Thorn speaks up, tilting his beer towards the bar where a guy is sitting, chatting up Kenny. She looks damn good in her tank top. I should be pissed that she’s showing off those perfect tits to every man in here. I can’t see what else she’s wearing behind the bar, but I really hope it’s jeans and not shorts. I might not be able to make it through the night if that’s the case.
Just as I go to turn my attention back to my brothers, I notice she makes a hand signal that is so innocent to the eye. There’s something about it that causes my alarm to go up because it looks kinda like a help signal, even though she’s still smiling. I’m out of my seat and to the bar just as her security team gets there so I can hear what the fuck is going on. I didn’t even realize she had more than the standard bouncers that work the door. It’s pleasantly surprising.
“Get this asshat out of here! He’s no longer allowed here, and as of this moment is blacklisted!” She orders her boys to handle the drunk. From the way he starts to struggle, trying to get out of the grip the men dragging him away.
“You stupid fucking, cock-teasing cunt! You’re going to pay for this! I'll be back you little bitch. Just you wait!” The drunk yells out towards Kenny with hatred burning in his eyes.
All I see is red. I grab a fistful of his shirt and get in his face. The security team doesn’t bother interfering, but I hear Kenny yell from behind me. This fucker needs to be taught a lesson. He will never talk to another woman like that again, let alone my woman. I slam my fist straight into his stomach, and he doubles over. I give him an uppercut to the nose, and hear it crack, then see the gush of blood that follows. For good measure, I take another shot to his jaw and feel his teeth crack. “You don’t ever talk to a woman like that again. You hear me dickwad?” I roar out at him, wanting him to know how serious I am.
Turning away from the motherfucker, I allow Kenny’s guys to handle the rest. I walk past my brothers that have been watching the fucking show, and make my way over to where Kenny’s standing looking pissed. She has no right to be pissed. I just did her a damn favor. Honestly I don’t give a flying fuck if she's angry at me for stepping in. No one will talk to her like that ever again. Fuck, over my dead body.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? This is my business, not yours and you had no right to waltz over here and get in the middle of something that wasn’t your concern.” She all but screams at me. I have the right to get in the middle of something involving her is every bit my concern.
I step in her space, making her look up at me. I’m so close our bodies are touching. “Sweet girl, I make it my business when I see some drunk motherfucker causing problems and calling a woman vulgar names. That shit don’t fly with me. Definitely not when it’s my woman.” Gritting my teeth, I’m just as fucking pissed and only getting more agitated by the minute.
“I am not your woman. I never was; never will be
!” She hisses, backing away from me.
Yeah that’s not fucking going to work. I grab her by the hand and drag her to the back of the bar where I know her office will be. I open the door and slam it shut after we pass through. Turning to press her against the door, I crush my lips down onto hers in a brutal kiss. Kenny stiffens at first but relaxes with the first swipe of my tongue demanding entrance into her mouth.
“Open for me.” I growl out, as I grind against the material of her jeans. I can still feel her heat.
She gasps when she feels how hard I am for her. I take full advantage of the moment and slide my tongue in her mouth. Fuck! Even through our clothes she can still set me on fire.
I pull my lips away to catch my breath for a moment. I tell her, “That’s right sweet girl. Your body knows who it belongs to. Just like it did all those years ago.”
Suddenly she brings her knee up and tries to connect it with my balls. Evidently, I’ve forgotten exactly how feisty my woman could be. She would have succeeded too if I hadn’t reacted as quickly as I did. I lift her up so she’s forced to wrap her legs around me, which only gives me more of an advantage. I have her caged up against the door.
“Now that was just plain fucking mean, sweet girl. But that’s okay. I’m going to give you some time to calm down. We’re both pissed with each other right now, so I’m gonna leave you be to do your thing here while I go hang with the boys until it’s time for the bar to close. Your ass is on the back of my bike tonight when you get off. We’re going to have that chat I promised you last night. I think we’re going to get a few other things straight and then I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” Kissing her one more time, I shove my tongue in her mouth when she gasps. Giving her a kiss that will show her that I mean what I say. I grind her against my dick one last time before setting her down on her feet.
I’m fucking claiming her. She will be mine, the world can do fuck all about it.
Walking back to the tables I see that Twister is now sitting next to my chair with his gaze zeroed in on me. Making my way towards him, I let him know that we need to have a talk about his sister. At his nod I know he gets what I’m talking about.
Looking around I try to relax. I’m just waiting for the time to pass so I can get back to what I was doing. It felt fan-fucking-tastic with Kenny in my arms. Shit, I almost forgot what it feels like to have her lips against mine. They can’t be reunited soon enough.
7
Kenny
What the hell just happened? I cannot believe that he just did that. He has some serious nerve. I should go back out there grab a pitcher of beer and dump it right in his lap. I had the situation under control with the asshat. It wasn’t my first rodeo dealing with men that are complete douches when they drink. I mean shit, I own the damn bar for God’s sake. My security team were there to do their job. I don’t even know how he knew something was wrong. Maybe he didn’t and he was just coming up there for something. Why did he have to go all alpha jackass on me telling me I’ve always been his woman? Fuck, if only he knew just how true that statement really is. Then there’s that kiss.
Wow, that kiss though. I can remember the way he would kiss me back then, but the kiss that he just gave is way better. I don’t think he was ever as forceful when kissing me four years ago. I loved it. It felt as if sparks of electricity ran through my skin, leaving me with goosebumps. I instantly wanted to climb up his hard body and ride that dick of his. It didn’t help that I felt it through his jeans. I swear the way his member pressed against me made it seem larger than I have imagined. Hell, I could never find a toy to match him in size. I haven’t been this horny in so long that it scares me. Why can’t I just find some guy around here that can make me feel the way he does.
Getting a grip on myself, I make my way back behind the bar help Cristy with the crowd. I feel like shit that she didn’t get to finish her break. The bar’s completely busy tonight with it being the weekend crowd. Everyone’s just trying to blow off steam and I can’t blame them for that. Thankfully the crowd kept me busy while I tried to figure out a way to escape the bar without having to face Scotty. Yes, I would love nothing more than to be on the back of his bike, holding on to him, but I can’t do it. It’s too fucking much right now. I’m on the edge of a mental break down.
I need tequila.
Taking a chance, I glance over at where Scotty and the guys he came in here with are all seated. I see my brother sitting next to Horse and the rest of their brothers that must have come into town today. Everyone is talking around Horse, but he’s not paying them a lick of attention. His eyes are entirely focused on me.
Cristy seems to have the bar under control, and the girls are making sure the patrons have everything they need, so I decide that I need some time to myself. I make my way to my office to get few things done before I can go home with everyone else tonight. Cristy is fucking awesome when it comes to working the bar. I need to promote her to night manager. Who knows, maybe then I might be able to have a life outside of the bar.
Needing someone to talk to, I pull out my phone to call Izzy. I’m sitting down at my desk when I see there’s a text from a strange number on my phone.
Unknown:
Loved holding that sweet ass of yours in my hands.
Reading it, then re-reading it two more times, I realize that it’s from that infuriating man. The one who I was in a liplock with not even two hours ago. How the hell did Scotty even get my number? I changed my number when I left, even threw the old phone in a trash can at a truck stop along the way out here. I’ve gone through three other numbers before I finally felt it was safe enough to keep this one. One of my girls must have given it to him. There's no way Jerod would have given it out. Or would he?
Another message pops up before I can think of a response to his first text.
Scotty:
Don’t think you can hide back there in your office forever sweet girl. Your ass is on the back of my bike soon.
Me:
Go fuck yourself you won’t be getting your hands on my ass ever again. Hell will freeze over before I’m on your bike jerk.
I respond just as another text comes in. Knowing it’s him I ignore it, calling Izzy instead. I need my best friend. Shit, I need not only my best friend. What I need is to get drunk with her while I spill everything to her, telling her about my deep history with Scotty. Maybe she can help me figure out why my life has turned upside down. Or maybe even help me try to deal with all the new changes that have happened recently.
I listen to the annoying sound of ringing until I hear her voice, not even offering a greeting as she picks up. “What’s wrong bitch? You never call when you’re at the bar.”
“Nothing’s wrong. I was just seeing what you’re up to. I was thinking about cutting out of here soon. Thought I might come over if you didn’t have company.” Lying straight through my teeth as if she wouldn’t think about it too much. She knows I’m not one to cut out of work before closing time. Hell, I practically live here.
“You are so full of shit and you know it, Kenny. What the fuck is wrong? You aren’t one to cut out of work, especially on a weekend when it’s busy as hell.” Izzy cuts straight through my bullshit.
“Too much to get into over the phone, Iz. I need a break before I have a mental breakdown. Can we please do this over drinks at your place. I seriously need to get shitfaced right now.” I know this is the only way to get her to wait until I get to her house. She knows when I say I need to get shitfaced I mean it. I’m not one of those people who just because they own a bar decide to get shitfaced every night.
“Damn that’s bad! Yeah, okay. I’ve got the liquor. Get your ass over here and tell me what the hell is going on to have you so worked up.” God, I love her.
“Okay, I’ll be there in ten.” Not waiting for a response from her I end the call and grab my shit. Ignoring the text that Scotty sent me, I check the cameras behind my desk to make sure everything’s going good in the bar area. I text Cristy l
etting her know that I’m out for the night, to just put everything in the safe when she's done with her count down and to lock up with security.
I’ll deal with all the paperwork and deposits tomorrow. Knowing Cristy is busy and won’t be able to respond right away, I head towards the back exit. Thankfully you can’t see it from the inside of the bar.
Getting in my truck, I quickly make my way to Izzy’s. No sooner do I pull into her driveway that my phone starts pinging. It repeats over and over again.
From: Cristy
OK. No problem
Twister
Where the fuck did you go?
Scotty
Oh, sweet girl you're looking to get your ass spanked when I see you next. I’ll make sure I make it a nice shade of red. Don’t think you can run and hide from me without consequences.
Yep, I definitely need a drink after reading that one. I don’t respond to either Twister or Scotty. Why in the world would I want the headache of doing that? I head into Izzy's, grabbing the glass she has waiting for me right out of her hand as I walk in.
“My life is so fucking screwed up! Like literally fucked up. Seriously, yesterday it was all good and dandy. Now it’s all turning upside down. I swear it’s like the universe decided that my life was just too damn boring, and it needed to do something about it.” Groaning as I take the drink in one big ass gulp.
“What happened?” She looks at me confused with her brows furrowed together.
“Horse is what happened.” That makes her perk up.
“Ohhhhh. Please tell me that you finally got laid. I hope that man let you ride him long and hard. Does his name fit the thoughts going through my head? It’s like riding a bronco, isn’t it?” She giggles.
Shaking my head. “No. You remember me telling you about the guy I was with before I moved here?” I pause to give her a moment to connect the dots. The second she does I see her eyes go wide, and she nods. “Yeah well it was Horse, but I didn’t know that was his road name. Hell I didn’t even know he was part of a club. I only knew him as Scotty. You would think that he would have told me straight up that he was in a fucking motorcycle club. Let alone my brothers club. The nerve of him! You know if Jerod had just let me around the club every once in a while, none of this shit would be happening.”
