Michail

by P. T. Macias

  “Okay, will do, right, on it,” the brothers yell out.

  “On another note, Kade and Brock are close to getting their patch. I want to vote on it at our next Church. We need to keep a lookout for possible new prospects,” Stan says, looking at his VP Jaxx, his son.

  “We want any feedback on the prospects. See me if you have any,” Jaxx says, looking at the brothers.

  The prospects, Kade and Brock, are working hard, completing the grunt tasks to earn their patch. They’ve been prospecting for almost a year, yeah, they’re on probationary status. The prospects have to prove their fidelity, ruthlessness in taking care of a variety of trivial and dangerous tasks: the grunt work, including the cleaning up of bodies and the scene.

  “Church has ended,” Stan says, striking the gavel on the table.

  The Kings stand, raising their fists, pumping their arms, yelling our dogma.

  “Anarchy Kings rule, the brothers' respect, honor, and fidelity!”

  Four

  Leticia

  It’s getting late, and the damn bar busy, jam-packed. I’m going to be pooped tonight. I walk down the bar, wiping down the countertop, asking the men if they would like another beer.

  I smile at patrons, talk to them if they ask a question. It all earns me a good tip, plus they return to the bar. That’s the key to getting great tips, treating the customers like gold no matter how obnoxious they are. Usually, they don’t try anything since they like me.

  Of course, I don’t leave the bar, only to take a break. I run to the bathroom and remain in there for my entire break.

  I return from break, and I’m so happy that I’m halfway through my second shift. I smile at the new customers, taking their orders. I refill the drinks.

  I laugh at their jokes, smile, and check out the floor. The barmaids do get manhandled a lot, so I’m happy that I’m behind the bar. I can see everything from here.

  Linda, the other bartender, said that the Blue Night has recently changed ownership. Some biker club owns the Blue Night bar, and I don’t know if that’s good or bad. I don’t know anything about bikers. I hope it doesn’t affect me in any way because I only want to work.

  “Hey, Ticia, you’re a good-looking girl. You could make good money at the Shameless strip club,” says Ray the older man. He’s here every day and likes to talk to me.

  I shake my head smiling; I take his empty beer bottle.

  “Do you want another beer,” I ask, wiping the counter.

  “Yeah,” Ray says, nodding.

  I place the new beer bottle in front of him, and I walk down the bar talking to all of the customers. I help Linda load up the dishwasher for the dirty glasses, slice the limes, and everything that I can. I like to be able to count on my coworkers to have my back, and I’m always there for them. So, I always do everything I can to help them out.

  “You know, Ticia, you’re awesome. Thank you for helping out,” Linda says, smiling. She puts some glasses in the refrigerator to chill.

  “Aw, you’re welcome,” I say, nodding. I mop up the spill on the floor.

  “I’m so excited because I’m going to start my classes next week. I enrolled in the cosmetology college,” Linda says, smiling, placing her hand on her hip.

  “That sounds awesome! I’m so happy for you,” I say, nodding.

  “You should enroll too,” Linda says, smiling pushing her long blonde hair from her face.

  “Hmmm. . . . yeah, I’ll look into it,” I say, nodding. I walk down the bar talking to the men smiling at each one.

  I look out into the room, looking at the tables still full. The door pops open; I glance over, my heart stops. I stop wiping the countertop, staring at the hunks.

  Tall.

  Muscular.

  Beautiful.

  Sexy.

  Crappityfuck!

  Those are absolutely gorgeous men! I mean, all of the bikers are to die for. It’s not right to give a girl a heart attack, especially when they look untouchable.

  Oh gawd, they look like bikers.

  Ohh, that one, with the beard, is so damn hot. He’s so damn kissable, lickable, and fuckable.

  Ohhhh, my pussy is pulsating.

  Wow!

  I don’t ever react to a guy like this.

  Hmmm . . . . . never!

  Crappityfuck!

  Five

  Michail

  The brothers and I pull out of the clubhouse parking lot onto the street. A couple of blocks later, we merge onto the Hwy. For a few miles.

  The night is beautiful, fresh air shrouds me, as we ride down the Hwy. There isn’t any traffic because the folks are home getting dinner. We ride in perfect formation, enjoying the ride and freedom.

  It’s an absolutely magnificent feeling, riding in the night with the moon shining and the stars sparkling. I feel one with the universe, the stress evaporates. I forget all of my heartaches.

  Yeah, I do have heartache, just because I don’t think about it all of the time, it doesn’t mean that I don’t have the pain, the ache that runs deep in my soul.

  The abuse at the hands of the person that was supposed to care for you, love you, is darn right painful. Yeah, my old man was a drunk, he beat my mother until she ran away, and then he started beating the shit out of me until the day that I graduated and turned eighteen.

  Yeah, I went into the Marines, changing one hell for another.

  The main issues are that I am broken and messed up. I don’t trust or believe in love.

  End of story.

  I’m just fucking grateful that I have my brothers. They’re my family.

  That’s all there is to it.

  I’ll do anything for my brothers, the MC.

  We pull into the parking lot of the Blue Night bar, looking around at the cars. I take off my helmet, hanging on the handlebars.

  It’s not a biker bar, yet.

  Boom, Tex, Cisco, and I stop at the bar to check it out as per the Prez request. Yeah, this run is nothing but pleasure. We’re heading out to the Shameless strip club after we gather the intel at the Blue Night bar.

  We walk into the bar, looking around the darkroom. We take the booth at the far corner, so we have our back to the wall.

  You never can be too careful.

  We don’t know what’s happening in the bar, so it’s to our benefit to be on alert.

  “I like this place, it looks kind of country,” Tex says, tapping his fingers on the table.

  “Yeah, it sure does,” I say, chuckling.

  “Damn, hot girls,” Boom says, looking at the barmaids.

  “Yeah, it’s a good purchase,” Cisco says, nodding.

  “Yeah, I think its best that we all came together to meet the manager Ron. I also believe we need to introduce ourselves one at a time, so he won’t get spooked,” I say, rubbing my beard.

  I narrow my eyes, looking at the tables, the barmaids, and the bar. I look at the bartenders, the blond, and the dark-haired girls.

  I check out the blond, of course, who doesn’t love blondes. Then I turn to look at the dark-haired girl, that smile she gives me pulls me in.

  I look at her pretty face, the enormous brown eyes, delicately arched eyebrows, small upturned nose, and pouty full red lips. She’s breathtakingly beautiful, my heart skips a beat, and I gasp for air. Yeah, I’m reacting to this little girl from over here. That’s fucking surreal.

  Yeah, little girl because she looks young, but she must be at least twenty-one if she’s working as a bartender.

  Fuck!

  I shift, pulling my jeans to release the restriction on my fucking hard cock.

  This is fucking incredible.

  The girl looks over at us, her huge eyes roam around the table, looking at the brothers, but when she looks at me, she smiles. She bites her lip, gazing into my eyes. Then she turns away to get a beer for the customer.

  Fuckingtastic!

  That girl is mine.

  “Dibs on the dark-haired bartender, just saying,” I say, smirking at th
e brothers.

  “Fuck, you don’t give us a chance,” Tex says, chuckling.

  “Yeah, she’s hot,” Boom says, nodding.

  “Right, back off,” I say, crossing my arms, narrowing my eyes at my brothers.

  “Right,” Cisco says, laughing.

  The barmaid walks over to take our order. I slip away to talk to the manager. I walk across the room, looking at the hottie as I pass the bar.

  Fuckingtastic!

  She’s blushing, that’s so damn cute. I haven’t seen a girl blush in a long time. This girl is sweet, innocent, and all mine.

  Hell, my soul feels her.

  I nod as I pass her, walking down the hall towards the back. I see the door with the office plate on it. I walk in without knocking, staring at the tall skinny motherfucker sitting at the desk.

  “Hey, what’s up, Ron,” I say, looking around the room. I lean forward to look at his PC to see what in the hell he’s doing.

  It looks like reports, I look at the desk, and then at his huge round eyes. He pushes up his thick black rim eyeglasses,

  “Hey, you’re the new boss,” Ron says, standing up. He extends his hand, and I take it, squeezing it hard.

  “Hey, Ron, nice to meet you. I’m Bear, yeah, one of your new bosses. We’re here to check out the place, the girls, the business, and you,” I say, releasing his hand.

  I take a step back to lean against the wall so I can see the entire room.

  “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. Is there anything I can help with,” Ron says, nodding.

  “Nah, I wanted to meet you. The MC, Anarchy Kings MC, will be monitoring every single detail,” I say, grinning.

  “Right, what do I need to do,” Ron says, placing his hands on his waist nodding.

  “We want you to do your work, have the money ready every night, and keep the club clean,” I say, crossing my arms, stone-faced.

  “Will do,” Ron says, nodding.

  “I’m glad that you understand! You don’t fuck with us we wouldn’t fuck with you. Is that crystal clear,” I ask, staring at his nervous twitch with his eye.

  “Understood,” Ron says, nodding.

  “Fuckingtastic. Ron, the dark-haired bartender, what’s her name? Show me her application,” I ask, grinning.

  “Yes sir,” Ron says, seating down to move his fingers over the keyboard. He then points at the screen.

  I walk around the desk, flipping my head for him to move. I’m fucking glad that he’s not stupid as he looks. I look at the screen, nodding.

  Oh yeah, she’s my girl.

  Leticia Maria Soto, twenty-one, I take out my cell to enter the cell number, address nodding. I turn to look at Ron, raising my eyebrow.

  “Ron, take care of my girl. Don’t let anything, I mean anything happens to her. Treat her good, don’t mess with her,” I say, smiling, staring at him. Yeah, I’m smiling, but it’s not a friendly, nice smile.

  “Yes sir, will take care of Leticia,” Ron says, nodding. He wipes the film of sweat from his forehead.

  “One more request,” I say, furrowing my eyebrows.

  “Yes sir, anything,” Ron says, smiling weakly.

  “Remember to be straight with the MC, and we will take care of you; if not, you’re dead,” I say, narrowing my eyes, staring at him.

  “Yes sir, understood. I’ll always do what’s right,” Ron says, nodding.

  “Fuckingtastic! My brothers will be in to meet you, and there will be more brothers during the week,” I say, nodding.

  “Yes sir,” Ron says, hurrying back to his seat.

  I stare at him for a minute; then I turn walking out into the hall. I know that Slick will install cameras and will be hacking into the system to monitor everything.

  I grin, exhaling, ready to talk to my girl Leticia. I walk to the bar, nodding at the brothers.

  “Hell, yes,” my brothers yell, pounding the table.

  I take a seat at the end of the bar looking at the girls attending to the customers. The blonde chick smiles, winking at me; I nod, looking at my girl. Leticia looks at me, smiles, blushes, walks over.

  “Hi, what can I get you,” Leticia says, gazing into my eyes.

  She’s shy, but I see that she has strength, spirit. I like that.

  “Hello, a beer,” I say, staring at her crossing my arms on the bar countertop.

  She turns, takes a few steps, and grabs a cold beer from the refrigerator. She returns, placing the beer in front of me, smiling.

  “Here you go,” Letty says, walking down the bar countertop.

  I like that she’s good and has a friendly service manner. I take a pull of my beer, looking at her fine ass.

  Fuckingtastic!

  She has me so damn turned on, and I haven’t even touched her. I’m going to burn when I do.

  Letty returns after walking down the bar, tending to all the customers. The blonde girl, laughs, throwing back her head. She’s talking to a customer at the end.

  Letty returns, going to the sink to rinse the towel. Well, that’s good, I’ve never seen the bartenders rinse that damn thing. She returns, smiling at me she starts wiping the bar countertop again.

  It’s like she’s a clean fanatic.

  “What’s your name,” I say, holding the beer in both of my hands. I stare at her, gazing into her warm brown eyes. She’s too fucking adorable, and I want to pull her into my arms and never let her go.

  What the fuck am I thinking?

  Fuck!

  “Leticia, and yours,” Leticia asks, smiling and flashing some cute dimples.

  The blood rushes to my cock, making it harder, throbbing with need.

  Fuckingtastic.

  All because she’s adorable, sweet, and innocent my cock wants her.

  “Michail,” I say, without thought. What the fuck! I never use my name, not in a long time. Yeah, she’s getting under my skin, working into my heart, and searing my soul.

  “I love it, it fits,” Leticia says, grinning. She looks over her shoulder at the customers.

  “But my brothers call me Bear,” I say, for some damn reason. It’s like I want to share everything about me to expose my soul to this little girl.

  “Ohhh, that really fits,” Leticia says, nodding.

  She walks away to tend to the customers and what can I say. It’s her job. I’m the boss, but she doesn’t know it. It’s a relief that she’s so damn good at her job. The brothers wouldn’t bother her, though, because she’s mine. I’m making damn sure of it.

  After an hour, the brothers signal that it’s time to go. I push off the stool, walking around the bar to Leticia. I take her hand, walking down the bar to the end, pushing her against the wall in the corner. It’s a small secluded space where the racks of extra liquor are stored.

  “Little girl, I need to go, but I’ll be back. I can’t leave without stealing a kiss from your sweet lips,” I say, placing one hand on her small waist, and I cup her face with my other hand.

  I gaze into her beautiful eyes, watching the lust, the surprise, and excitement shine for me. I feel her tremble and hear her soft gasp as I run my finger over the smooth skin exposed at her waist.

  Leticia is so fucking soft and smells delicious. She makes so fucking hard.

  “Oh . . . . . okay. You’ll be here tomorrow,” Leticia asks, licking her lower lip staring at my lips.

  “Yes, I will because I take care of what’s mine, and that means a little girl that you’re mine,” I say, claiming her mouth.

  I take her lips, kissing her softly, memorizing her lips, her taste groaning. I lick her lips, waiting for her to open up for my kiss. She’s such an innocent, like if she’s never been kissed.

  Leticia opens her sweet lips after a minute, and I sweep in, taking, demanding. I run my tongue over hers, cherishing her taste, forgetting the world. It’s only Leticia and me.

  Leticia runs her arms up to my neck, pulling me closer moaning.

  She’s driving me crazy, I lean into her, grinding my cock into her.

/>   I know that she fucking feels my hard cock, and I want her.

  I need her.

  I move my lips down her jaw, kissing and nibbling, going deep into a passionate daze. I love her taste, I kiss her neck, sucking, marking her.

  “Fuck, you taste so damn good,” I say, against her skin, moving back to her lips.

  Leticia doesn’t pull away, she melts into me, and I’m so damn hungry for her. I feel her small hand run down my back; then, she slides her hand to the front to grab my cock over my jeans.

  I growl, trembling, so desperate to love her. I pull away; I gaze into her hunger, passionate eyes.

  “Fuck Baby girl, you’re killing me,” I growl, looking at her swollen lips.

  Fuck, I want to see her pussy swollen, covered with her sweet honey.

  “I want you,” Leticia says, blushing wide-eyed.

  “Yes, I’m going to stay and wait for you to finish your shift. When are you off,” I ask, gazing into Leticia’s huge bright eyes.

  “In an hour since I started early, I’m working a double shift,” Leticia says, biting her lower lip.

  She’s so fucking sexy, and she doesn’t know it.

  “Okay,” I say, pulling out my cell phone to text the brothers.

  Bear: Hey, I’m staying here. You guys go ahead to Shameless.

  Boom: Nah, I’m good here.

  Cisco: Okay.

  Tex: No worries.

  We were going to the Shameless strip club to have some fun, but now I’m not interested in checking out the new strippers.

  I want Leticia.

  I slide my cell back into the side pocket of my cut, smiling. A lock falls over my forehead, looking at Leticia’s beautiful face, and her neck.

  Yeah, I marked her as mine.

  “I need to get back to work,” Leticia says, shyly.

  “Okay, then I’m taking you home,” I say, stealing another kiss.

  “Yes, that sounds good,” Leticia says, licking her lip.

  Fuckingtastic!

  This girl is going to kill me!

  Six

  Leticia

  I don’t know what got into me, but I only want to be in Michail's arms. I love his kisses, and I want him. I adjust my short skirt and small top before I step back into the bar area.