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Bristol drops our drinks off, and I pick mine up and toss back half of it.
Porter starts talking again. I guess he realizes I’m not about to give up the goods to him. I block him out, glance around the bar, and try not to show my nerves when I see him walk in.
God, even weeks after seeing him, he looks amazing. The way he carries himself with that don’t fuck with me attitude.
Great.
Just great.
The last thing I need is for him to see me. Then again, it’s not like he cares. He’s never been into me. It was all on my end. I wanted a man and completely embarrassed myself by going after him. I mean why would he want some tomboy woman who’s a virgin when he can have a number of women who are experienced. That have had their cherry popped and know what they’re doing.
I return my attention back to Porter and go back to pretending what he’s talking about is the best thing ever, counting down the minutes until I can leave. I even go ahead and order an Uber without Porter realizing. There’s no way I’m getting in a vehicle with him when I leave here. Because I don’t intend to go on any more dates with him. His purpose was to distract me, and yeah, he sucks.
CHAPTER2
SCYTHE
The loud music pulses through the speakers as I step over the threshold of Keeper’s Pub. I didn’t really want to be here, but fuck, I needed a distraction. None of the PPs interested me. Not even the new one who came along. All I did was check out her background. She is sexy, hot as fuck, but not what I want.
Fuck.
I shake the thought off and make a beeline to the table Diablo and the others are sitting at. I jerk my chin up in acknowledgment and look around to spot one of the waitresses. Styxx calls out Saylor’s name getting her attention. Not far from us, she nods smiling brightly. All the girls who work here know what the members of the club drink when at the pub. None of us change it up cause if we’re gonna get shitfaced that’ll be at the clubhouse. Less likely to fuck shit up.
Getting to the table, I pull out a chair and throw myself in it. “Thought y’all were gonna chill at the clubhouse tonight.”
“Ghost here thought it’d be nice to have a change of pace,” Beast responds while Diablo and Harvester snort.
“What he means is he wanted something besides a pocket pussy hole to sink into,” Styxx says, laughing. “I don’t blame ya. They get pretty needy.”
“No kidding.” Diablo chuckles. “I saw that new chick getting tagged by Azrael and Cerberus this morning and decided I’m good. Fresh pussy seems like a good thing to me.”
“Know what you mean, brother.” I grin and look to Saylor as she sets the beer in front of me. “Thanks, darlin’,” I say to the girl making her blush. We all treat the girls here with respect and as part of the family. They’re good women and the club has a rule, those who work at any of the establishments we own, we don’t touch.
Conversation flows around the table, and it feels good to get out of the clubhouse. Get away and have a distraction. For weeks now, I’ve been unable to focus and it’s complete bullshit. It doesn’t help we’ve been on edge since the bullshit with Everleigh’s family. Talk about some quacks for sure. I sure as hell don’t know how she was able to survive growing up with them before getting away.
If I want to really get into it, a particular brunette has got me twisted up. I hadn’t seen her since the day she caught me with Chops and Fuzzy. I’d been using the two of them to work off my stress and needs when she opened the door to my room. I don’t know what she was thinking but she got a good eyeful. She also bolted out of there, and I didn’t go after her. The look she had in her eyes was all the answer I needed to know I was right all along. She’s far too damn innocent for someone like me. The damn woman wouldn’t be able to handle what I’d want to do to that sweet body of hers.
Right after that, she started dating some fucking tool. She also hasn’t been at the clubhouse lately. Not that I’ve seen at least. If she got with her friends, it was somewhere else. I’m willing to bet she’s hiding.
Leaning back farther in my chair, I figure Ghost and the others are onto something. Finding some strange piece would just maybe help me get my mind off things. I lift the bottle to my lips as I glance around the pub, and I go still when I see her on the other side of the bar, at one of the high-top tables, sitting with that tool date of hers. I don’t know what she sees in the fucker. He’s just some beefhead who works a construction job and spends far too much time at the gym.Nothing wrong with working out, but if you’re gonna do it, you shouldn’t look like you’re on steroids which I’m betting he is.
I take a sip from my beer and lower the bottle back to the table without taking my eyes off her. She’s beautiful in every way, but completely off limits, only because I made her that way.
As if she feels someone watching her, she glances around until her gaze locks with mine. I figured I’d see some sort of emotion in her eyes, but they’re void of any sort. The only thing giving her away is the slight shake of her head as she looks away and returns to her conversation with Mr. Tool.
“You ever gonna go for that sweet piece over there?” Styxx asks, jabbing me in the ribs.
“No,” I grunt and take another drink of my beer. This time I finish it off. I call out Saylor’s name as she goes by and hold the bottle up, letting her know I need another one.
“So, you’re gonna let her be free game?” Beast cocks a brow, glances over my shoulder, and gives a chin lift. “Yo, Tombstone, Hellhound,” he calls in greeting.
Tombstone and Hellhound take seats at the table both looking like their favorite toy was taken from them.
“What’s going on with you?” Styxx asks while I just watch them.
“Fuckin’ women are going out of their minds right now.” Tombstone grunts.
“Why?” I cock a brow. It’s not unusual for them to be nutty. When you get them in a room and rile them up, they’re hilarious.
