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“Shoot on sight,” he said and I sensed the workings of a murmur in the room.
“We are not going to allow them to get any ideas,” Dad spoke again and there was silence in the room.
“Girth, King, report back tomorrow morning and make sure you’re packing for the night,” Dad said to them, to which they both nodded their heads.
After that we dispersed, not before I exchanged knowing looks with Dad first. We weren’t speaking about it openly, but this was the kind of war he had been preparing me for my whole life. These were the kinds of decisions I would have to take when I took over the MC, and I was ready.
Chapter 7
Ava
It had been a week, and I still couldn’t stop thinking about Commando.
Getting a hang of the job was easy enough. I had to serve the drinks and keep a tab on who was paying and who wasn’t. Big D was always around, which meant that I didn’t have to handle anything on my own. Besides, some of the guys with the vests were always around the bar, and in their presence, I always felt safe. I could tell that they belonged to some kind of Club…I had my suspicions that it was a full-fledged Motorcycle Club. And Commando was a part of it as well.
He still watched me around the bar whenever he was there, undressing me with his eyes, keeping an eye on my every move. And every time I saw him, I couldn’t get rid of the feeling I had that first night we’d met. I thought I was going crazy.
Big D had given me my instructions when I first joined, along with all the rest of my training. Employees were not supposed to sleep with any of the members, that is any of the guys with the vests. Which meant that Commando was off limits. I wondered if that was why he hadn’t come up and spoken to me since that first day. I had to keep my thighs squeezed together now, every time I saw him, because the more I thought about how he couldn’t have me; the more I wanted him.
My shift had just started when Commando walked in that evening. Leather jacket, hair styled perfectly, his shoulders heaving and his blue eyes fixed on me behind the counter. He stood near one of the tables, sliding his gloves off. I’d heard the roar of his bike outside and I’d started to recognize the distinct sound of his engine. My body was already prepared for his entrance, but even then, I felt like I he had grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to himself.
It was still early and the bar was empty. Only Big D was working away in the storage room behind me and there was one other patron at a far corner, having an early drink. Commando walked stealthily towards me, while I counted the cash in the register. I wasn’t really counting. I couldn’t actually concentrate with him there.
“Are you happy working here?” were his first words. He hadn’t spoken to me in a week, and here he was, asking me this deeply personal question. I looked up at him daring to meet his eyes and I forced a smile on my face and nodded.
Commando’s eyes were flitting over my body, drinking in the shape of my breasts, the slope of my neck…I felt naked and vulnerable again. I couldn’t help but imagine him taking charge, pushing me against the wall…
“Yes, I like it here,” I said instead, gulping down my fantasies while he stared at me. I wanted to run my fingers over his skin, feel his muscles move.
“You let me know if anyone gives you trouble,” he said and placed his helmet on the counter beside me. I could feel my cheeks flushing with those words. I knew that if there was any man who could definitely keep me safe, it was Commando. I didn’t know him, but I knew at least that much about him. He was still watching me with narrowed eyes and I looked away from him.
“Thanks, but everyone here is good to me,” I replied and my shoulders stiffened when he leaned towards me over the counter. His face only inches away from mine. What was he doing? What was he going to do? We were not allowed to get this close.
“You let me know if you think they’re being a little too good to you,” he said, in a low gruff voice and I felt my breath catching in my throat. I knew exactly what he was talking about. He was talking about the things that I wanted him to do to me. I could feel my fingers trembling under the counter. One week of fantasizing about him. One week of touching myself and thinking about his rough fingers on my pussy. I could feel my skin sizzling.
“Ava, oh hey, Commando,” Big D had emerged from the storage room. Commando slid himself back into a respectable distance from me and tipped his head at Big D.
“There’s a new shipment of beer in the back, you can go ahead and unload them into the fridge,” Big D said, taking over for me at the cash register. I tried to hurriedly gather myself. Being that close to Commando had an unnerving effect on me and I needed to shake it off quickly.
“Sure,” I said.
“I’ll help you,” Commando was quick to say and thankfully, it looked like Big D hadn’t suspected anything.
My senses completely aware and my fingers still trembling with anticipation, I turned and walked to the back. Commando was behind me and I could feel his presence.
“You shouldn’t be afraid to ask for help. Those shipments can be heavy,” I heard him say. Crates of beer had been stacked near the walk-in fridge and I walked towards it now, bending down to pick one up.
“I can handle it,” I said, and Commando bent down to pick one up as well.
“You look delicate enough to snap,” he said, just as I lifted a crate. It was heavy all right, but I could still lift it and his eyebrows arched with surprise.
“I’m impressed. What else can you do that I don’t know about?” he said, following me into the fridge. In his arms, the crate which I was struggling to walk with; seemed like a feather. His biceps were taut, but only a little bit. He could have carried at least three of them together if he wanted to.
I pushed open the fridge door, turning to him to smile and he followed me in. It was a small square shaped room, chilly because
of the low temperature and with a dim fluorescent blue bulb hanging from the ceiling.
I placed the crate on the floor, and then I heard the door closing behind me. I turned and found Commando standing right behind me. I crashed into him and gasped with surprise. Our bodies had collided, and in the next instance, he was walking into me, guiding me backwards till my back pressed against the cool wall of the fridge.
