Skyler sticks her head out the door, motioning me to come inside. “A table just came in, and he’s asking for you.”
“Me?” I toss my cigarette to the ground, crushing it under the heel of my boot.
That can’t be good.
I touch my fingers to my wrist, surprised to find my bracelet isn’t on. My thoughts bounce back and forth from my missing bracelet to the man in the dining room asking for me. I should walk away, but stubbornness has a hold on me. If it’s him, I need to see his face. It’s the only way I can know if he finds me again. He wouldn’t dare make a move in public. Would he?
“Now’s your chance, hot stuff.” I narrow my eyes as she swats my ass with a devious smirk plastered across her face, spiking my curiosity even more.
As soon as I step out of the kitchen, my stomach coils as I lock eyes with Chainz and his unbreakable glare. My heart climbs up my throat, threatening to suffocate me. Frozen in place, I stare into eyes the darkest hue of green. Flecks of strength that only hint at the chaotic nature hidden behind them. With his tattoos, bronze skin and black hair, danger reverberates off of him without even flexing a muscle.
I swallow the lump in my throat, breaking the trance when I turn to grab my bag from under the bar.
Fuck this shit. I’ll be damned if I’m taking the chance of sticking around. I feel his eyes roam over my ass. His intense stare burning into me as I head toward the door as fast as my wobbly legs will carry me.
Chapter 4
Chainz
When six Harleys pullup to a joint, it’s hard not to make a scene. When we enter the bar, customers look away. I scan the room for the waitress Fuel left with but spot Nate at a corner table instead, he’s trying to make a hasty exit. This asshole has been avoiding me. He’s refusing to sell the club his strip club, The Playhouse, just outside town limits. I stare Nate down as he tosses a twenty on top of the table and pushes the chair back, leaving his plate of food untouched. I come up behind him, grab him by the shoulder and force him back into the seat while snatching the cheeseburger from the plate with my free hand.
“Nice to see ya, Nate,” I raise the burger to my mouth and take a huge bite. “We should catch up real soon.” Grinning ear to ear with grease dripping off my chin, I toss the burger back on the plate and remove my hand from his shoulder.
Nate stands, “Drop by the club. Drinks are on the house.”
He thinks he’s a tough guy, but when the time is right, he’ll learn I’m tougher. “I’ll hold you to that.”
Today he gets a reprieve from the pressure. I motion toward the door and stand firm, forcing him to walk around the six of us. Tank my VP, Cobra my Enforcer, Crusher my Captain, Hound, Freedom and I sit around the table. I finish Nate’s burger, ‘cause it’s damn good while Skyler rushes over to the table. Skyler’s become a regular at the club, spending most of her time with Crusher, and since I’m still pissed off at him, I wave her closer. I grip her hips and pull her ass onto my lap. “I’m looking for a blonde waitress.”
“You don’t like brunettes?” She puckers her pouty lips, looking at me from under fluttering eyelashes.
Skyler’s a knockout and would be perfect on the stage at The Playhouse. “Don’t be jealous, darlin’,” I squeeze her inner thigh. Crusher cuts his eyes in my direction, “I heard one of you girls left with Fuel last night.”
“That would be Raven.” Skylar’s response is almost a whisper.
I can tell my touch makes her wet as my thumb brushes against her through her pants. It’s fun fucking with Crusher, but I’m on the verge of crossing the line if he has a real thing for this girl. I shift my grip back to her hips and lift her off my lap. “Why don’t you get her for me?” I shoot Crusher a wink “Swing by the clubhouse later and I’ll make sure Crusher’s free.”
