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wasn’t wearing a cut.
    Wrath, they’d called him.  How did he know the MC folks?
    Layla’s voice was sweet and sly as she suddenly broke into my reverie.  “Emma was just telling me about how she is in school.  Doing, what was it? Sports medicine?”
    “Yes, hoping to work for a physical therapist.”  I said, blushing.  I wasn’t sure why, but suddenly I didn’t want to tell them that I was working to become one.  It was a dumb move, but too late to take it back.
    “She also makes a mean Mai Tai, and she has all the dirty secrets about Kat.  You are all missing out.”  She grinned at me. 
    I crooked a smile back and wiped out another glass. 
    “So if you’re in school, why do you work in a place like this?” Wrath came right out with it, no apologizes.
    “Don’t let my cousin hear you call it that.”
    “Pretty sure she calls it that.”  Rage chuckled.
    So did I.
    I shrugged.  “It pays the bills.  College ain’t free, and no one else is gonna to pay my way.”
    Wrath’s eyes sparkled.
    He leaned into the bar.  He didn’t move as though he was trying to hit on me though.  No, this was different.  It was like he was trying to take the pressure off of something, like he wanted to hear about it.  That he leaned closer was simply a utilitarian action.  Well, for him.  If the heat rose a bit in my cheeks, well that was my problem.
    “So,” he said.  “You’re an independent woman, then?”
    Having him so close left me feeling a little dizzy.  I tried to shake it off by pulling a draft for another customer, but my attention would not shift from Wrath.
    “I won’t owe no one,” I reasoned, trying to say something worth listening to.  I was having a hard time focusing on my words but I managed.  “And I won’t let anything stop me.  If that makes me independent, then that’s what I am.”  I wiped down the bar, forcing him to lift his arms and then moved on down. 
    I took a couple more orders to catch my breath, and returned to my station to fill them.
    He was still leaning there, waiting patiently.  He should have looked ridiculous.   Instead, it was as if he belonged there.  The lights highlighted the sharp planes of his face.  His shoulders were strong but relaxed, as if the weight of leaning on the counter was nothing to him.  Something about those shoulders made me wonder if he lifted weights.  But it wasn’t that.  The musculature was close, but that wasn’t all of it…
    “And what about you? Are you independent?” I asked, curious.  What I really wanted to know was if he had a girlfriend, but I’d never ask that of a client.
    “As independent as it gets.  No strings.  A couple of hinges though.”  He grinned.
    I blinked.  What ?
    I returned to the drinks and saw John at the end of the bar, his hand raised. 
    “Give me one second, Wrath.”  I tried not to exaggerate his name.  Biker handles were serious shit.  But I couldn’t help it.  I had to be honest.  He and Rage seemed like kids playing make believe to me.
    Distracted, I wiped the bar and asked, “What can I get you, John?”
    “Two more beers, and a lap dance, if you’re willing.”
    I shot him a sharp look and kept things strictly business – my business not his.  “Two beers it is.  And I’m the bartender, not a stripper.  I can get you one of the girls, if you want.”
    He scowled – no, he pouted.  It was an outright, child’s gesture, lower lip squished and everything – as he muttered, “No thanks.” 
    Annoyed, I swiveled on my heel, and that was when I felt his hand brushed my hips and grab ahold of my ass. 
    My jaw dropped in shock even as my brows shot up in outrage.  I was used to having to turn clients down, but this little shit had reached over the bar to grab at me.
    I turned and had half a second to spot Wrath there, behind him - but I was faster.
    I grabbed John’s hand before he could pull it away and I twisted it.  Hard.  Hard enough to hear sinews