of times I did, I was aided by alcohol, which doesn't
say much about my character.
Then again, I was the one standing
next to my car in a tight pair of jeans and a tank top that purposely showed a
sliver of skin. My bra was some special thing that pushed my boobs up - like
I really needed that to begin with - and made them pour out of the top of
my top. Again, like I really needed that to begin with.
I had my hair pulled back tight and
wore what I assumed to be the right amount of makeup and glitter on my face. I
felt stupid but it was the only way I knew how to make money. I ’ d serve drinks, smile,
flirt, and walk out with hundreds in cash. I ’ d
have to dodge plenty of ass grabbing and offers for one night stands. Then
again, maybe if the right businessman offered me a night, I ’ d do it just to stick it
at Daxton and the MC.
Yeah, right.
If I didn ’ t end up back at the clubhouse, I ’ d end up with a bullet in
my head.
The rest of the girls had gone
inside, but I was instructed to wait.
I heard the thundering growl of a
motorcycle and saw Rocco and Gunner riding up the road. They pulled into the
parking lot and blocked me in. Not like I had the choice to actually get out of
there. As they climbed off their motorcycles, my heart started to pound. These
men were nothing to mess with. The allure of them from afar was one thing -
seeing them as these big, giant outlaws who could break the law and then break
your heart. That was kind of like a wild fantasy. But the second they got their
teeth into you, you were screwed.
“ You
know what to do? ” Gunner asked me.
I nodded. “ Yes. ”
“ Don ’ t fuck this thing up, ” Rocco said. “ We need to get our revenge
on those pricks. They won ’ t
see it coming. They won ’ t
know it ’ s us. They ’ ll assume and it ’ ll give us time for a real
attack. ”
I swallowed hard. “ I should get inside. ”
“ You
look nervous, ” Gunner
said.
“ I
am nervous. ”
“ Why? ” Rocco asked.
“ Why?
Are you serious? I ’ ve
never killed anyone before. ”
Gunner grinned and he reached for
my hand. “ Well,
sweetie, there ’ s
a first time for everything. ”
five.
(trent)
Who the hell is that?
That was my first thought when I
saw the woman standing next to her car. It was instantly clear she was nervous,
and waiting for someone to meet up with her. I had taken the frontline on this,
hiding right across the street, waiting for the right time to come across and
kick up some hell. Duke was already inside, probably at a table, counting up
some cash. A trained war veteran, he knew how to keep a straight face and to
focus on what needed to be done. That meant putting all his trust into me to
keep his ass alive.
Trev, Jasper, and Cash were about a
mile away, ready to ride and fight if I needed them.
But complete focus was on the woman
across the street. I had a pair of binoculars with me and hell yeah I used them
to check her out. When she turned her head, I caught myself grinning a little.
Her face was perfect, beautiful, looking like she had soft skin. Her hair
pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her shoulders were exposed thanks to a skimpy
top she wore. And, shit, her tits were so full, pushing out of the top of her
shirt. I paused there for a little bit, admiring. Come on - you show them, I ’ m going to look at them.
As I kept climbing down her body, I
saw the hint of skin where her shirt ended. The wide curve of her hips, making
my hands tense up because that was the spot I ’ d
be holding onto as I pulled her tighter against my cock.
I claimed her right then with my
eyes.
She dressed similar to the other
women that had gone into the building. They were the ones that served drinks,
flirted, laughed, and kept everyone happy and playing cards. The gambling thing
was generally non-violent and a way for some of the richest guys around to hang
with outlaws and bet cash. If they weren ’ t
gambling, they were throwing money down on