“Oh my fucking word, if you spill that on me I swear I’ll fake a seizure and ruin the entire vibe,” Lou says and she laughs again.
She’s across the bar, leaning against the wall. She looks fucking incredible. Her hair’s down and she’s got that black eyeliner smudged under her eyes, same as every other girl in here, but on her, it just looks right. She’s wearing a black tank that does nothing to hide how perfect her tits are. Black jeans that are painted onto her ass. Black boots that go up to her knees. She looks too fucking good. I catch every other asshole inhere looking, and the sick possessive part of me wants to drag her upstairs and lock the door.
Lou stands next to her in a sheer black shirt
“You two are cut off before you even start,” Matt says, grinning.
“We just got here,” Lou snaps.
“It’s preventative,” Matt replies.
Sisk rolls her eyes and bumps Lou’s shoulder. “I told you this was his favorite holiday.”
“It’s not a holiday,” I call out, the words leaving my mouth before I can stop them.
Three heads snap toward me.
Lou squints. “Oh good. Scary bartender is in a good mood tonight.”
“Business,” Matt scoffs, leaning an elbow on the bar and getting in my space. “And business is fucking booming, remember? So stop acting like a pussy and pour the damn drinks.”
“Push me right now, Matt. I swear, I’m fucking looking for an excuse.”
“Never mind, man,” Matt says, leaning on the bar next to me and nudging my arm. “Look what the cat dragged in.”
I follow his gaze. Viper walks in and her brother trails behind her, looking like a lost fucking tourist.
“You’d be mad if I tapped that, right?” Matt asks, and I can tell by the look on his face he’s not messing around.
I look back at him. “You’d be doing me a favor, man. Go for it.”
Viper approaches and leans on the counter. “Long time no see, Jax.”
I stop wiping the glass. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Last I checked this is a bar, open to the public,” she says, leaning forward.
Matt materializes beside me. “Whoa, easy, killer. She’s a paying customer.” He winks at her. “A very welcome one, at that.”
“Relax,” Viper says lightly, her eyes never leaving mine. “I’m not here to cause a scene.”
Her gaze drifts down my body slowly.
Sisk and Lou move closer without even looking like they’re moving. Lou plants himself at Viper’s side.
“Whole city full of men and you still circling the one that dumped you?”
A few people nearby laugh.
Sisk nudges him. “Lou. It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not,” Lou mutters, but he eases half a step back.
Viper smiles faintly, not embarrassed or rattled, just fucking enjoying it.
Murtaugh leans over from nowhere. “Technically speaking, Ashfall statistically increases territorial behavior in primates?—”
“Drink your beer, Murtaugh,” Matt cuts him off.
