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Picking up my coffee, I push off the counter and cross the room, “I’m going to get dressed, I have lots to do.”
“Shall I meet you there in an hour or so?”
“Yeah, that’s great.” I smile at Neve and carry on through the doorway but stop and turn back, “Thanks.”
“Always. You’ll always have me to lean on Lune.”
“Love you.” I smile wider and carry through the apartment to my room, going into my closet and throwing some clothes onto the bed. Within ten minutes, I’m dressed in jean shorts that just about cover my ass cheeks and a tank, my hair scraped up into a messy bun and my face clean of any make up. I grab everything I need and toss it all into my purse and lastly, I grab my keys and shout bye as I head out of the door.
First stop, supermarket.
CHAPTER 6
CHAINS
My leg swings from my fat boy after kicking the stand down. I take my helmet off to see the small crowd that has gathered outside the front of the bar. I place my helmet on the seat and make my way towards it. As the gravel crunches beneath my boots, I stop at the back. I know I’m not invisible, but nobody but Pres has turned to look at me. My eyes meet his narrowed gaze; it’s like he was waiting for me to turn up, like a predator always on edge. Nothing was keeping me away from the opening of Luna’s bar. Fuck him and anyone else who has a problem.
“Thank you all for being here. I really appreciate it. I can’t wait to be behind the bar and finally start pulling beer.” I find a gap between the heads. Her beautiful smile stretches across her face, and her green eyes pop against the flush of her cheeks.
“As long as it’s only beer you’re pulling.” Pres pipes up.
I move around the crowd and lean against the wall, folding my arms across my chest. Luna takes the scissors from her friend and does the honors of cutting the tape. “I now pronounce Luna’s Hangout open. Woooo!” She cries with an even bigger smile plastered to her lips. I haven’t seen her smile like that in a long time. My smile tugs at the corners of my mouth to see her this happy. She looks amazing in her black ripped jeans and white camisole. Her iron straight dark hair hangs down the middle of her back, and of course, it wouldn’t be Luna without her high-heeled pumps. Right now, she looks every bit the biker's daughter. It’s something she’s been trying so hard to escape, but maybe she’s finally realized her true heritage.
Everyone starts to pile inside the bar, but I wait until last. Reaper has the same idea as me and waits. We meet in the middle as the punters begin to disperse, and he slaps me on the back of the shoulder in greeting. “Hey, fucker. You just know how to piss off Pres, don’t ya?”
“Sure do. But the last time I looked, this was a public bar, no matter who it is.” I spread my arms out to my side in question and shrug, not giving a fuck what he says, “What can I say?” but with a hand on his chest I stop him going any further. “You don’t leave her alone in this place, Reap,'' he nods, like what I’m saying isn’t obvious. “She may hate me, and I may still be wading in a knee-high pile of shit from what’s passed under the bridge, but I still care about her.”
“Hey, I know, but I don’t think she hates you, not really,” that gets my attention, “she just has her defenses up.” Reaper explains, “but word to the wise, don’t let Pres hear you say that because your dick will be on the chopping block.”
He waltzes inside calmly like he hasn’t just threatened my manhood. My hand automatically goes to my ball sack as I frown, cupping my balls with a groan, “Fuck him.” I say a little too loud, and all heads turn my way. Including the Pres. Great. I still know how to make an entrance.
Reaper props himself on a stool at the bar, and I follow, but instead of sitting, I stand beside him; standing tall, I scan the room. I’ve always been a people watcher, but since being in the joint, I’m wary of every fucker.
“Reap?” Her voice has me turning instantly.
“Two beers please, babe.” Reaper gives her our order; she nods as she glances at me, then turns away, giving me a perfect view of her ass as she bends down and reaches into the fridge. Reaper eyes me and shakes his head, not helping the smirk that plays on my lips. I move towards the bar as she grabs a beer. Leaning forward, just as she pulls out two beers, I call out, “I didn’t want that one.” She twists her neck so she can look at me, narrowing her eyes,but still bent over with her ass in the air.
“Then which one do you want?” she sounds irritated.
“I want that one on the bottom shelf.” She points to each bottle along the front, I shake my head in reply until she comes to the one at the end. It’s way at the back making her bend further. Her perfect rounded ass right in my eye line, making me fucking hard as concrete while I envision going up behind her and stroking the very peach that’s making me drool. But in less than a second, she has the bottle in her hand and is standing again.
I observe the bottle and sigh. “Ah, it wasn’t that one after all.” I jest, my face as straight as I can possibly manage; if she realizes I did it to look at her ass, she’ll have no problem kicking me in the crown jewels.
“Are you fucking around?”
I press my thumb to my chest, “Me?”
“Chains, either drink it or wear it.” Luna says softly but with a tight grin. “Your choice?”
As I ponder my choices, I choose to drink it. Luna will have no qualms about throwing the drink over me. With a quick twist, I screw off the cap and lift it to my lips. My eyebrows lifting as I pull away the bottle, and smirk.
She looked at the fridge and back at me, “You were just looking at my ass, weren’t ya?”
“And what a beautiful one it is.” I exhale softly as I push a little further into her space from across the oak, “I haven’t seen it for a long time.”
A chuckle falls from her lips, and her eyes sparkle. “Make sure you save that image, because you’re not gonna see it again.”
“Never say never, sweetheart.” I pucker my lips and blow a kiss.
