by Tia Lewis
“Come on, Drake.” One of the guys pushed me from behind, and I turned to push him back. Josh the asshole. “I want mine, too.”
“Okay, okay.” I took the sandwich from the girl at Richie’s side. Who was she to him? A girlfriend? No way. Nobody as hot as her would waste their time with a rookie and punk like Richie, even if he were on his way to becoming one of us.
I took the sandwich to the bar, sitting on a wooden stool. “Want a drink, Drake?” Tamara, another one of the girls. She was cooler than Violet, which was good because Tamara was actually attractive. She knew her role. We could fuck around, and she didn’t give me trouble afterward.
“Yeah. A Lager.” She poured me a cold beer while I unwrapped my sandwich. She laughed at me.
“What a combination,” she smirked, sliding the pint glass my way. “You’ll live to the ripe old age of thirty if you keep eating the way you do.”
“And I’ll leave a good looking corpse when I do,” I smirked. Tamara rolled her eyes.
“Not if you don’t lay off the nitrates.”
“What the fuck is that?” I asked, my mouth full of food.
“It’s what makes up your sandwich, basically. You never heard of nitrates?” I shrugged. If that was what I was eating, they tasted good to me.
I heard Richie talking to the girl he brought in with him, and the conversation with Tamara was only a way to keep from looking at her. I had a feeling that once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop. Just the sound of her voice kept playing over in my head. Low, rich, velvety. The kind of voice that went straight to a man’s dick and stayed there. I wondered what she would sound like saying my name over and over.
She was sitting with Richie, laughing at something he said. Oh, she couldn’t be for real. Nobody ever laughed at anything that idiot said. Well, not in a nice way. I had to know more about her. Why was she with him?
“Yo, Rich! Who’s your friend?” I didn’t get up and go over. She could come to me.
Richie looked at me with wide eyes. He felt everybody in the room looking at him—we were all wondering who she was, why a girl like her would be with him. He looked at her, his mouth opened like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how to. I glanced around at the other guys. All of us sat at the bar, on the black leather couches and chairs throughout the room. A couple of the girls sat on a pool table, sharing their lunch. We all stared at Richie and his new girl.
He was speechless. So the girl cleared her throat. “I can speak for myself.”
I heard snickers throughout the room. I didn’t look at anybody but her. She had a mouth on her. Fiesty. “Can you? Then why don’t you tell me who you are?”
“Who wants to know?” Another round of snickers—louder this time. More personal.
“Me. Drake Collins. Vice President of the Club whose clubhouse you’re sitting in. You could leave if you got a problem. It’s up to you.”
She began to stand up, but Richie stopped her, though, grabbing her arm. He looked at me, pleading without saying anything. “I met her at the deli,” he finally said, his words all jumbled together because he spoke so fast. “I bought her a sandwich because I almost knocked her over. It’s hot as hell outside and cool in here. That’s all.”
“So you brought her in here of all places?” I waved him over, murder on my mind. She could have been anybody. I would have taken him aside if he wasn’t such an idiot, and if I didn’t want everybody else to hear what I had to say. He came to me, rubbing his greasy hands on his jeans. The kid looked like he might piss his pants. I glanced over at the girl, with her almost see-through T-shirt and skin-tight jeans. She looked worried. Maybe because I was about to blow her cover?
“What the hell is wrong with you? We’re in the middle of a fucking war, and you just pick up random girls and bring them around here? You don’t even know who they are or who they know?” I grabbed him by the shoulders, and then shoved. “I should throw you out on your ass right now, and the girl, too.”
“Excuse me,” she interrupted.
“Fucking idiot, man.” I glared at Richie.
“Hello?” She slid between us, hands on her hips. “Who do you think you are, putting your hands on him like that? His father?” Her eyes blazed, staring right into mine. The room became silent, and few of guys perked up.
“What? Nobody fucking gets in my face, and nobody talks to me like that,” I growled. “You have until the count of three to get the fuck out of my face. One…two…” She held her hands up, stepping back before I reached to three.
“He’s telling the truth,” she said. Her arms were folded, this time, pushing her tits together. I wondered if she knew I could see almost everything she had going on, the slut. “I was just at the store to get myself something to eat and cool the hell off. Richie almost knocked me down, and he apologized. Like a gentleman. He’s not lying. Do I need to explain the concept better for you?”
“Ouch. We got a firecracker in here!” I didn’t know who said it since I couldn’t take my eyes off her face. One of the guys, probably Creed, the club’s sergeant-at-arms.
“I don’t need you to explain shit, but maybe I need to explain to you that we’re at war with another club. Or maybe you already know about that, and this idiot lets you right in so you could steal secrets and use them against us. That’s why you’re here isn’t?”
“Wait. What? That you like oregano on your hoagie? Dangerous stuff.” The corners of her mouth twisted up into an almost-smile.
I should have been pissed as hell. I should have thrown her out and Richie with her. Instead, I laughed a little. The tension in the room, so thick I could have cut it with the knife in my back pocket, eased. A few of the others laughed along with me.
“Okay... But I don’t think you should hang around here, either way.” I looked at Richie. “Bringing new people in here isn’t a good idea, even if they’re not our enemy. The last thing we need is for the Cobras to find out there’s fresh blood around. Think!”
“Who are the Cobras?” My back was already turned, but I heard her mutter it to Richie.
“The less you know, the better,” I said, reclaiming my stool. She still stood where I’d left her, all dark hair and curves. She was so damned tall, almost as tall as me in those boots of hers. I wasn’t used to facing off with a woman almost my height. She could have been a model, easy. What the hell was she doing slumming around Jamaica, Queens? She would have fit better in Manhattan.
“Hey, come on, Drake. She just came in to eat lunch with us. You're paranoid. It’s not like she’s gonna be here forever.” Richie was really that desperate. She was probably the first woman to ever pay him attention, and it was probably all for the free sandwich. She was thin and didn’t look like she had a lot of money. Probably hungry, more than anything.
I looked her up and down, deciding. “What’s your name?” I asked. “You never did tell me.”
“Bree.” She said it without a smile, without any friendliness at all. Just stating a fact. For some reason, I liked her for it. She didn’t play around. She didn’t pretend to be all coy and cute. She wasn’t afraid to let me know she didn’t like me very much, and she didn’t care if I liked her or not.
I did like her. More than that, I wanted her for myself.
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