by Renee, K.
"Dom," I whisper when he answers the phone.
"What's wrong?" Hearing his voice makes me feel a little better, but I still don't know how to process everything. "Coley what's wrong?" I can hear the worry in his voice.
"Someone broke in while I was looking for a job. All my money and jewelry is gone," I sniffle. "I have nothing left. What am I going to do?" The tears are starting to fall silently down my face.
I have no money left except a little bit of money in my account from my last paycheck in Texas. There is no way I'll be able to afford the hotel anymore.
"Cole, go to my house and stay there until I get back. I'll take care of everything when I get home." His offer makes the butterflies in my stomach go all crazy, but I don't want to be dependent on him. I want to be able to support myself.
"Dom, I can't. I want to do this on my own. I don't want to rely on someone else. What if we don't work?" Hell, we just met. I'm sure he will get tired of me within a few days, and I don't want him to think of me as some charity case.
"Just go to my place and we can talk about this later. Do you want me to send one of the guys?"
Hiccupping and wiping my eyes, I let out a quiet no.
"Baby I'll send you my address. Get comfortable. I should be home in a few days. Call Anslie if you need anything. There's food in the cabinets and fridge so help yourself." I can't help but giggle when he says he has food in the cabinets and fridge.
I would have never of guessed that he ate anything other than fast food and pizza.
"You have actual food at your house?" I ask.
"Yeah babe, I do. Don't let my rough and rowdy lifestyle fool you." I can imagine the smirk that is on his face right now.
Feeling a little bit better, I clean up all my stuff, and stuff it back into my bags. Once I get all my bags repacked, I hear a knock at the door. Checking the peep hole I see Anslie’s face smiling back at me. He called his sister. Of course.
Smiling to myself, I open the door to a very happy Anslie and a pissy looking Brantley.
“Hi Coley!” she squeals, pulling me in for a hug. I hug her back and look at Brantley. He says a quick hi before going to my bags. I watch him gather them like they are nothing and walk outside to a big black truck that’s parked right in front of the bottom of the stairs right outside of my room.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. I already know that answer, but I’m curious to what he told them.
“Dom asked us to make sure you listened to what he said. He said I have to make sure you go to his house and get comfortable,” she has a wide smile on her face and I know she is excited about this. Her eyes are dancing and she looks ready to walk us down the aisle.
“I was going to go there after my first shift,” I shift nervously. I forgot to mention that to Dom earlier and I know one of them is going to tell him.
“You got a job already?! Congrats!” she pulls me into another hug. “Where are you working?” she asks, as Brantley walks back into the room to grab the last bag.
“At the bar I met you guys at,” I say looking over at Brantley.
“Shit,” he mutters before walking back out with the last bag. I see him pull out his phone, and I know he’s going to be the one to call Dominic.
Anslie watches Brantley before turning to me. “Don’t worry,” she says patting my arm. “My brother is all bark and no bite.” Even before Brantley walks back inside, my phone beeps with a message.
Dominic: No. absolutely not. You will not work for that mother fucker.
Looking over at Anslie, I see her cringe a bit. She must not have assumed that he was going to message me that quick.
“You know, this means he really likes you, if he’s throwing a fit about you working at the bar,” she has a knowing grin and I can’t help but feel nervous as I reply.
Me: I need a job and they are the only place to hire me.
Dominic: I’ll hire you.
Me: You’re crazy! No! I’m going to work at the bar.
He’s crazy if he thinks I’m going to let him tell me what to do after a few days. No way. I am done with people who tell me what I should and shouldn’t do.
“Come on let us take you to Dom’s and you can continue your texting war with him there.” I nod my head and follow them out to our cars.
Chapter Nineteen
I swear she is testing my patience with this I'm going to work at the bar. Shit, I’ve known Rob for years and I know exactly how he treats his employees.
The only reason he hired her was so he could get into her pants. There is no way I am letting that mother fucker or anyone else go near my pussy.
I know she's just going to argue with me, so I call the bastard myself.
"Midnight Tavern," someone answers.
"Let me talk to Rob," I growl out. They tell me to hold on a sec and I get put on hold. Waiting a few minutes, I hear him ask who it is. I can hear the muffled conversation, but I never told them who I was.
"Yeah?" he asks sounding bored.
"Rob, you just hired my old lady," I growl.
"Fuck. Dom I had no idea she was yours," his voice is now an octave higher than before, and I know he's about to piss himself. Rob knows not to fuck with us or our old ladies.
"She's dead set on working, so if anyone gives her shit or tries to even touch what's mine, I will come after you."
"I.. I got you," he stutters out. Good. I want him to be scared. If anyone touches her, I will fucking kill them.
"Good. Let me know if anything happens," I grate out. As much as I don't want her working there, at least I know I can make sure no one touches her.
Without another word, I disconnect the call, and make my way back into church where the rest of the guys are gathering.
Once I walk in and close the door, Mac bangs the gavel and calls the meeting to order. They spend the first fifteen minutes going over all their typical shit and the room is tense the entire time. A few of the guys keep looking in my direction, as I stand against the wall behind Mac.
Watching the way Mac runs his club is different than the way my old man does. The guys look nervous, whereas our guys always know my old man is going to give it to us straight. He doesn't candy coat shit to make anyone feel better, and I'm glad he does it the way he does.
Our guys respect him and no one should have to read between the lines like these guys have to do.
When Mac is finally done talking, he turns to me and tells me the floor is mine.
Walking up to stand next to Mac’s seat, I look around the room to try and get a read on the men.
"Alright, some of you don't know me, but I'm from the Vegas charter and I am next in line for president when my old man steps down. I'm sure you're all wondering why I'm here. Well a few months ago my brother Raef was down here helping with a transport and it went bad. Not sure what happened, but I'm here to smooth shit over with your buyers. Who wants to tell me what happened?" I look around the room and notice a few of them looking nervous.
No one speaks up, so I decide on making them a little more nervous. I walk behind the first one that was looking uneasy and stick a hand on his shoulder. "You my friend, look like you know something that could be valuable." My grip tightens and I can see the others get wide eyes.
"I have no fucking clue," he spits.
He tries to knock my hand off of him, but I'm having none of it. "I know you know something, so spit it the fuck out."
He looks at the others who were looking nervous too, before saying anything.
"Your brother is the one who fucked shit up," he growls and tries to stand up.
Pushing him back into his seat, I lean down so I'm at ear level with him. "You know my brother never fucks up, so I have a feeling one of you mother fuckers had something to do with it."
He tenses and tries to act like I'm not fazing him. He winces when I dig my fingers into his shoulder.
"Where the fuck did the girl come from? One of you knows her." I see one of the guys across the table look
around like he knows something, so I make my way to him next.
"Who is she?" I ask.
He looks away from me, and looks at Mac with pleading eyes. I knew one of them knew this bitch that caused all this shit and turned my brother into a fucking prick.
"Who the fuck is she?" I roar. I'm so fucking tired of this fucking circle jerk that they have going on. I just want answers so I can deal with this shit and get home.
He looks back at me and his eyes look sad. Mother fucker. He's gonna tell me that she's related to him or some shit.
"She's my sister. She got in deep with some bad dudes and when we went to get her out of there, he put a price on her head. She had been hanging out here until shit died down and when Raef got here, they hit it off and one thing led to another." Fucking hell, why can't shit be easy just one damn time?
"Where is she?" I demand. The sooner I talk to her the sooner I can put this to rest.
He looks at Mac, and Mac nods his head giving him permission to tell me.
"She's here. We have her in the safe room just in case they come after her again," he sighs.
"Show me," I grit out. He slowly gets up and leads me to a room that's right outside the compound. He swipes a key over the door and it opens.
I let him lead the way, but I keep on guard since I have no idea what to expect.
Chapter Twenty
Once Anslie and Brantley insure that I go to Dominic's house and drop all my stuff off, I get another text from Dom.
Dominic: Fine babe. We will talk about it later. Be safe.
I'm afraid to even respond. I don't want him to change his mind. I'll just text him when I get home from my first shift.
Once Anslie and Brant leave, I walk around the house checking everything out. The house isn't overly huge, but it is nice.
Walking from room to room, I'm surprised with how clean everything is. All the furniture is dark and all the walls are light, causing the rooms to look airy and bigger than normal.
The whole feel of the place is clean and carefree, something I would never expect of Dom. He's so broody and dark.
Glancing at the clock, I notice that I need to get to my first day of work, so I grab a change of clothes and strip down. Once I am redressed, I make my way to my car, and drive the ten minutes it takes to get back to the bar.
Once I walk inside of Midnight Tavern, I notice a few people sitting at the bar nursing beers. Making my way over to the bartender who hired me earlier, I notice the freaked out expression.
"Hi," he says looking behind me.
"Hi." I smile back at him. He motions for me to come around the bar. He shows me where I can put my stuff, and hands me an apron and a notepad.
"First things first, I'm Rob and this is my bar. I'll pour drinks, you take orders, and deliver the drinks. Easy enough?" he asks still not really making eye contact.
"Yeah, I got it," I reply. He points me in the direction of a few older gentlemen who look like they've had a few too many already. I walk over to them and ask if they need anything.
One of the men turns to look at me and spends way to long staring at my breasts. "Yeah sweetheart, I'd like to have a little taste of you," he slurs. He goes to grab my ass and I can't help the instinct of slapping his hand away from me.
Before he can reach for me again, Rob comes up from behind me, and blocks me with his body. "Keep your fucking hands off her," Hehe growls.
The drunk moves back so fast, you'd think Rob hit him. "Come on Rob, you never cared who touched the other waitresses before," the other old man slurs while waving his hand around.
"Yeah well the others didn't have an old man in the Wayward Saints. This one does. Keep your fucking hands off her," he says giving them a death stare.
Turning away from the table, I see that everyone heard what Rob just said. Some of the guys look a little intimidated. So that's why Rob would barely look at me, Dom must have called him.
Grabbing my phone, I shoot Dom a text message.
Me: I didn't need your help Dom! I could handle myself.
He doesn't respond to me right away, so I shove my phone back into my bag, and get back to waiting on tables.
A few hours later, the bar gets packed and I hear the roar of motorcycles outside. Oh great. Please tell me he didn't send in reinforcements, as well as threatening the owner.
I watch Anslie walk in with Brantley and a few other men. I can see her scanning the room, and as soon as her eyes find me, she comes running towards me in these sky high heels.
"Hey!" she squeals. I can't help but smile at her. She is always excited to see me. Another girl is walking up behind her with a similar outfit and shoes on.
"Hey Anslie," I say back to her.
I look over at her friend and I'm instantly jealous. She's beautiful and has the prettiest colored hair I've ever seen.
"Coley, this is my best friend Casey. Her old man is Brant's cousin, Gunner. They just came down for a little visit from Seattle,” Anslie says excitedly. She points over to Gunner, and he just nods his head in greeting and goes back to talking to the other guys.
"Hi Coley! It's so great to meet you! I never expected Dom to have an ole' lady!" Casey squeals pulling me in for a hug. I can see why they are friends.
They don't even let me get one word in. They are both so excited that I'm seeing Dom. The guys pull them over to their table in the corner of the bar, and I tell them I'll be right there to get their drink orders.
I drop off a few drinks that were ready, and then slowly make my way over to the table. All eyes are on me when I walk up and the conversations stop. Fidgeting with my hands, I ask everyone what I can get them to drink.
Anslie orders a water and Casey orders a Jack and coke; while the guys order a couple of pitchers of Bud Light. Before I can walk away, Anslie grabs my hand to leans in to whisper in my ear. "I'm sorry we all showed up, but Dom wanted the guys to keep an eye on you."
Pulling away I can tell she feels bad that they are checking up on me, but it makes me feel warm and fuzzy that he cares enough to do all of this.
"It's okay. I get it," I say with a smile. She slowly smiles and nods her head. I walk over to Rob and tell him their order before going to get the drinks for the next table.
I spend most of my time serving drinks and closing tabs, but every once in a while I spend some time talking with Anslie and Casey.
They both are so awesome. I can't believe that they have taken me in without any questions.
Near the end of the night, a few of the guys sitting next to the bar are so drunk that they keep saying dirty things to me every time I walk by.
The last comment was about how he would like to see me with my hands and feet tied together while he fucked me from behind. I shuddered at that thought, but thinking about Dom bending me over the other night gives me the chills.
Making my way over to where Anslie and Casey are dancing on the makeshift dance floor, the douche bag follows me, and tries to grab me. When his hand touches me, I jerk back, causing him to fall forward into me and Casey.
Before Anslie can help Casey and I up, the guys makes their way towards us with pissed off expressions. The one I was introduced to as Gunner gets right in the drunk guys face and looks ready to kill.
I try to walk over to them, but Casey and Anslie both pull me back. "Don't get involved," they both say in unison.
"Trust me honey I've seen Gunner do way more damage than that guy," she has a smile on her face and I'm not sure that is a good thing or not.
I'm not big on confrontation so I want to diffuse the situation. I hear the drunk guy slur something towards the guys and Gunner swings hitting the guy right in the cheek. "Oh my God," I shriek.
"Don't ever fucking say another thing about our old ladies again mother fucker," Gunner spits at the guy. Rob comes around the bar and kicks the drunken guy out without a word.
I can't even form any words. "Trust me Coley if my brother was here, it would have been worse." I look over at Casey an
d she nods her head.
"Coley, Dom is like my big brother too. He doesn't do well when anyone touches either of us, and if he likes you like I've heard, then shit would have hit the fan. Big time!"
Gunner walks over to us and pulls Casey into his arms. He whispers something in her ear, and her face breaks out into a huge ass smile. She wraps her arms around him and kisses him.
Trying not to intrude on their moment, I look over to Anslie and she has a huge smile on her face too. I can tell she loves Casey and I can see why. It's hard not to like her. She's the total opposite of me. Brantley comes over too and pulls Anslie to him.
"You alright Coley?" he asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine. You're gonna tell Dominic aren't you?" he looks down at Anslie and then back at me.
"I'd expect the same if something happened to Anslie while she was with him; so yeah I am."
Well at least he's honest.
Once the excitement dies down, they all go back to the booth. I finish out my shift, and when it's time for me to close out all my tabs, they are ready to go and insisting they walk me to my car. Instead of fighting them, I just go with it.
Chapter Twenty-One
I've heard my phone go off for the last fifteen minutes, but I need to talk to this girl before I deal with anything else. I need to find out what happened, and why shit turned so fast.
When we finally get to the room this girl is staying, I see why my brother was so fucking hooked. The girl is beautiful in the girl next door kind of way. She has long dirty blonde hair and a slender body. She isn't very tall, but she makes up for it in tits and ass.
Her eyes widen when she sees me. "Is Raef here?" she asks trying to look around us.
"No. I need to know what happened and why my brother got blamed for this shit going south." She looks at Butch and he just stares at her.
"Leave us alone Butch," I state still staring at her. He goes to protest, but I cut him off by growling, "now!"
He turns and walks out with a huff. I don't want him to get in the way of finding out my answers. "Now tell me what the fuck happened. Your brother won't be able to protect you anymore. I need answers and I need them now."