by P. T. Macias
“Yo, Hey,” Trigger and Dominic respond, giving him a fist bump, walking to take care of their run.
Dominic walks over to the bar, leaning against the countertop at the end.
Trigger walks over to the storage room to take inventory. I walk to the back to look at the books and collect them.
The room is full of smoke, the light is purple making the room dark, and the music is blaring.
I glance around the room, as I walk through the room, checking out the drunk Motherfuckers and the girls. Some frequently hang around, and others appear new patrons.
I raise my chin at the brother Tiny that tends the bar and let me tell you; he’s not small. He’s a big, tall Motherfucker.
I walk down the hallway, passing the restrooms, and storage room. I enter the office without knocking, looking around the office.
“Hey Dopey, I say to the manager that’s short, round, wears glasses, and looks like Dopey.
“Hi Casper,” Dopey says, pushing his glasses up his nose, clasping his hands.
“Take a break,” I say, looking around the room, searching for the cameras.
“Okay, I’m taking my lunch break,” Dopey says, nodding. He pushes from his chair, taking his cell phone, walking out of the small room.
I walk over to the door to inspect the camera at the entrance, I close the door, to check the ones inside the room.
I walk over to the desk, pulling out my cell phone. I call Slink.
“Hey, Slink, I’m at the Kings Bar. The cameras look good here, are they good at your end? Do you need me to do or get anything from the pc,” I ask, looking around the room?
“Let me look,” Slink says, typing away.
“Don’t forget to check the cameras in the bar, front of the restrooms, and outside,” I say, leaning back into the chair.
“Right, all clear,” Slink says, typing.
“Okay,” I say, ending the call.
I enter the code into the pc to check the accounts, and to get the numbers on what we collected yesterday. Tiny gets the money from Dopey putting it away in the safe.
I signed off, pushing off the chair, I walked over to the safe behind the huge picture on the wall.
The picture is a blown-up photo of the MC; every member is in it. Yeah, to remind the Motherfucker Dopey not to mess with us.
I pull the huge photo back; I enter the code into the keypad, and it pops open. I take out the bundle of money from the safe. I slide the bundle into the inside pocket of my cut, I close the door and replace the photo.
Okay, I need to get me a drink. I walk out of the office, stopping to look inside the storage room.
“Trigger, need any help,” I ask, smiling, stepping inside.
“Yeah, help me move these boxes,” Trigger says, pointing at several boxes.
“Okay,” I say, walking over to help him move the boxes.
“That’s it; I’m almost done,” Trigger says, entering the inventory into his cell phone.
“Right, I’ll see you at the bar,” I say, walking out of the storage room, closing the door.
Seven
Paige
A while later, I’m pulling into the parking lot looking for a parking space. The bar is full, and I finally see a space at the back corner. I pull into the spot, turning off my BMW.
“Gosh, it looks like it’s packed,” Vickie says, laughing.
“Yes, it looks like it’s a fun place,” I say, opening the door, sliding out. I slide my cell and keys in my black leather jacket pocket.
“I’m ready to see if it’s as fun as it looks,” Vickie says, laughing.
“Okay,” I say, nodding, shaking out my hair.
We walk to the front door, pulling it open. The tall, heavyset bald man looks like the bouncer, nods waving us in.
I nod, looking around the darkroom, walking towards the bar with Vickie. We slide onto the stools at the end of the bar. I lean my arm on the bar countertop, turning slightly to look at the couples dancing. The music blares from the speakers at each corner. The booths and tables are packed.
The bartender walks over to us, smiling.
“Hey, I’m Tiny, what can I get you,” Tiny says, placing his hands on the counter, looking at Vickie.
“Hi, we would like a beer,” Vickie says, grinning, crossing her leg, swinging her foot to the beat.
“Okay,” Tiny says, taking a few steps to the refrigerator behind him. He grabs two beer bottles and walks back, placing the two bottles on the countertop.
I look at the mirror at the top of the bar to look around at the crowd.
“The place is packed, but it looks like there are more guys than girls,” I say, taking the beer.
“Yes, that’s good, right,” Vickie says, bopping her head with music.
Gosh, it’s warm in here.
I take off my jacket, draping it across the backrest of the stool. I gather my hair for a few minutes to cool off.
“Yeah, it’s hot in here,” Vickie says, taking off her jacket. She grins, crossing her legs again, and starts swinging her leg to the beat of the music.
“Oh my, that guy is staring at you, Vickie,” I say, taking a pull of my beer.
My sister turns to look at the guy that's walking to her, holding the beer in her hand.
“Ah, we will see,” Vickie says, looking at me, raising her eyebrow.
“Right,” I say, turning to look around the bar. I glance at the mirror to keep an eye on the guy standing in front of Vickie.
“Okay,” Vickie says, smiling. She slides off the stool to walk to the dance floor with the dude.
Eight
Casper
I look into the bar, taking the last stool at the end.
Tiny walks over, placing a cold beer on the bar countertop.
“Hey, everything good,” I ask, taking the ice-cold beer.
“Fuck, it’s been busy,” Tiny says, rolling his shoulders. He’s another brother that works as the bartender.
“It looks like it,” I say, taking a pull of my beer. I set the bottle down on the counter, turning halfway on the stool to look around the room.
I look at the regular girls flirting or hooking up with one of the motherfuckers. I look at a group of college girls drinking and dancing at one of the tables.
Oh yeah, there goes Dominic, trying to hook up one of those college girls. Nah, I’m not into dealing with their games right now. I have to be in the mood, patient to talk to them.
I scrub my face; sighing and shaking my head. I pull out my cell phone to check the time; then I drop it back into the pocket.
Okay, I know that the brothers are not ready to go, it’s going to be a long night. I look down the bar that curves around in an L shape. Two girls are sitting at the end, drinking and singing along to the song. One of the girls draws my attention.
Oh fuck, that girl is hot.
I lean my right arm on the bar counter, twirling my beer bottle. I look at her sweetheart shaped face, big bright green eyes, small button nose, and red pouty lips.
Fuck!
Those red pouty lips bring all sorts of naughty thoughts to mind. I feel a pull, so my gaze moves up, stopping to stare into the beautiful girl's stunning eyes. I gaze into her eyes for a few minutes, like a moth to the light. Her eyes are bright, full of light, calling me, pulling me into her soul.
The girl is beautiful, so classy to be in this bar. I gaze back to look into her eyes, desperate for more of her light, to feel her soul touch mine like nobody ever did before.
Fucking Hades!!
What is this?
I look down her slender creamy neck, stopping at her firm breasts that look like they will fit nicely in my hands.
The pull is strong; a need to connect again pushes me to gaze into bright eyes. She smiles, slowly licking her lips.
Fuck!
I shift on the stool to slyly adjust my aching flesh.
Damn, my chest feels constricted, making it difficult to breathe. I gasp for air, inhaling deeply and exh
aling. I grind my molars to control my raging emotions.
Nine
Paige
Well, I’m on my own.
I lean both arms on the counter holding the beer. I keep at an eye on Vickie, and I glance around the room at the guys in the bar.
Oh, that biker at the end of the bar is looking at me. He’s wearing a cut.
Yeah, he’s a MC bad boy!
Hmmm . . . . . he’s hot and lethal.
Oh, but I don’t care.
He doesn’t scare me.
I turn to look at him, gazing into his eyes. I can’t help but take in every single detail about him because he’s fucking hot. I think that the way that pulls back his hair and has it tied at the back is sexy as hell. He has a classic Roman nose, full red lips, and shoulders are wide.
Oh ya, he looks strong, buff, tall, and sexy as hell. He stares at me with intense eyes, hungry eyes, pulling me in.
Hell yes!!
I can feel him.
Hell, I can feel his soul.
I push the lock from my eyes, beaming, bopping my head, slighting to the music, I take a long pull from my beer.
Will he come to me?
Should I go to the ladies' room, and maybe he’ll stop me.
Oh yeah, he’s looking at me smirking like if he knows that I want him.
I love men that are confident because that’s sexy as hell.
I’m going to the restroom, and I bet that he’ll talk to me.
I slide off the stool walking across the room, smiling confidently, with a little sexy sway.
I gaze into his eyes, pursing my lips, I blow him a kiss.
Hell yes!!
The hottie has to know that I want him. In fact, I’m positive that he’ll talk to me when I get out.
I walk into the restroom, smirking. I walk over to the mirror, twirling right and left. I adjust my hair and look at my lipstick to check it’s not smeared or even worse, have lipstick on my teeth.
I don’t get it. The lipstick smears on your lips, you get it on your teeth, and you need to wipe hard to get it off the teeth.
Yes, he’s so fucking hot, I want him, he’s mine because he has everything that I love in a man.
I smile excitedly at my reflection.
Ten
Casper
Fuck!
She’s walking down the bar. Should I talk to her?
She purses her lips in a kiss, blowing it at me.
Fuck!
Yeah, I act as if I catch it, bringing my hand to my lips.
I stare at her; I love the red flush that spreads over her face. She walks by, winking, tossing her shoulder length dark hair.
Yeah, of course, I stare at her ass. I watch her until she walks into the ladies' restroom.
Damn, she’s hot.
Okay, I can wait for her to come out so I can stop her and talk to her.
I peel off the beer bottle label, waiting for the moment to talk to the beauty. I take another pull of my beer, finishing it off.
I look at the huge mirror mounted on the wall behind the bar, watching the crowd dancing.
I turn to look down the hallway, anxious to talk to her. I tap my fingers on the countertop, waiting for her to exit the restroom.
Fuckingtastic.
Here she comes, smiling at me. I push off the stool, and I walk to her before she enters the room.
“Hi,” I say, stopping in front of her.
“Hello,” she says, smiling, clasping her hands, swaying a little to the music.
“Beautiful, I’ve never seen you here before,” I say, smirking.
Fuck me!
She’s even more beautiful up close, and I love her light green eyes, they’re stunning.
I stare into her eyes, the light in her eyes pulls me in close to her soul.
Fuck!
I’m falling deeper, feeling her soul sear mine. She’s truly touching me like no other.
“Yeah that’s because it’s my first time but I’m enjoying the scene,” she says, grinning leaning against the wall.
“What’s your name,” I ask, leaning my shoulder against the wall, my eyes roam over her exquisite face, stopping at her full pouty lips.
“I’m Paige, and you are,” Paige asks, crossing her arms, tilting her head.
“I’m Casper sweet Paige. Would you like something to drink,” I ask her, pushing away from the wall taking her hand.
“Yes, a beer will be good. Do you come here often,” Paige asks, following me to the bar.
“Yeah, I do because of my job,” I say, stopping at the bar waiting for her to take the seat next to mine.
Paige slides onto the stool, looking at me crosses her long slender legs. She smiles a small sexy smile as if she has a secret.
Fuck!
I’m going to learn all of her secrets.
I signal for Tiny for him to bring us two beers sliding onto the stool. A minute later, Tiny places the beer bottles on the bar countertop in front of us.
“Is that your friend you came with,” I ask, raising my chin towards the girl, leaning my forearm on the countertop gazing into her eyes.
I can’t seem to get enough of her, of her light.
“That’s my sister Vickie, but she’s my BFF,” Paige says, taking the beer bottle. She takes a small pull.
“I thought she was because you two look almost like twins,” I say, chuckling.
“Yeah, we get that a lot,” Paige says, giggling.
I fucking love her laugh, she’s too cute. I know that I can’t resist her, and I don’t think that I want to.
I place the bottle on the bar, looking at her lips, watching her lick her lower lip.
Fucking hell, she’s driving me insane. Everything about her pushes my buttons, she’s so damn sexy.
Dominic stops next to me, tapping my shoulder, laughing.
“Hey brother, we’re done here, let’s go because we stayed here too long, and I want to finish the run. Trigger is waiting outside,” Dominic says, looking at Paige.
“Right,” I say, looking at Paige shaking my head.
It fucking isn’t right to leave but the MC business is first.
“I need to go,” I say to Paige getting off the stool.
“No worries,” Paige says, nodding bites her lower lip, turning to look at her sister.
“Later,” I say, nodding at her.
We walk down the bar, joining Trigger at the door.
I’m so fucking frustrated.
Fuckingtastic!
I wanted to talk more, to get her number. I want to get her in my bed, and in my life.
Yeah, that’s what I want from her.
Fucking Hell!
I should turn back to get her number.
Hell, but, it’s better this way.
I don’t deserve her.
Right.
Eleven
Paige
The next day I spend all day taking care of my chores, relaxing with the family, and studying for the BAR exam.
“Paige,” Vickie walks into our room falling onto the bed.
“Yeah,” I say, looking at her closing my tablet.
“I want to go to the movies,” Vickie says, walking over to the closet.
I look at my cell at the time, shrugging.
“Ok, that sounds good,” I say, nodding.
“Yeah, but I want to go to the drive-in before they decide to close it down. It’s not as if there are tons of drive-ins,” Vickie says, laughing.
“Really, that’s a good idea. I’ve always wanted to go to the drive-in. It’ll be an experience,” I say, pushing off the bed.
“Awesome, let’s get ready. The movie starts in an hour. Georgina wants to come since Dante is on a run,” Vickie says pulling out some clothes.
“Ok, sounds good. I’ll grab some blankets and stuff,” I say, walking over to my dresser. I pull out some socks, and a sweatshirt.
We get ready, and we stop to grab some snacks at the store.
The drive-in is packed
, and it’s actually fun seeing the movie in the car.
We get back home late, I take a quick shower, and then I get into bed. I look at my cell phone pouting my lips.
I wish that I could talk to Casper because I really like him. I know that he had to go, because of what his brother said.
I know that he’s in a MC, and all of the MC business comes first but I wished that we exchanged phone numbers.
I wish that I can talk to him, to get to know him more. Yeah, definitely and not just talking. I know that he’s special and that we have a special connection.
I wonder if I can get information from my brother Seth, he’s the Prez of the Hades Knights, he must know about the Anarchy Kings MC.
Right?
I chew my lip, looking out the window at the moon.
I don’t know if he will give me any information and he might get mad.
I keep thinking about Casper and all possible options for me to get his number, so I can see him again. I toss and turn until I fall asleep from exhaustion.
Twelve
Casper
A couple of days later, my brothers and I did our run. I search for the hottie girl at the Kings Bar in Chico, but she’s not there.
I’m fucking pissed off at myself for not getting her number. It’s like if I’m fucking stupid, brain fart at that moment. I’m so used to dropping everything when it’s time for me to handle MC business.
Yeah, but I still could have taken a minute to get her number.
Fuck me.
I hate it because I can’t get her off my mind, and I feel a connection like never before.
We pull into the parking lot; we park our bikes. Maybe I’ll feel better after I finish my run, have some beer, and get me some pussy.
Yeah, then I will forget that girl because she’s out of my league.
Yeah, that will work.
Trigger, Dominic, and I walk into the Shameless Strip Club. Yeah, it’s packed, like always. We have some beautiful girls, and it’s very lucrative for the MC.