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The words fell out my mouth and as much as I’d said them to piss off my father— whose eyes I could feel boring into the back of my head from where I’d left him in his office doorway at the other side of the club—I also meant them. The guy before me was hot as hell with tattoos covering all the visible skin on his arms and coming out the collar right up his neck, not much different than my own ink. His beard was short but defined, his dark brown hair was shaved at the sides and long on the top, just the right amount to tug on in the throes of passion.
The crow tattoo peeking out the edge of his sleeve told me he was a Sinister Crow. I’d know their insignia anywhere; my dad had paraded the damn thing in front of me since I was a little kid telling me to keep away from the enemy.
The Crow threw his head back and guffawed. “I think I could manage that. I guess I’ll have to wait until you finish your shift though so lead me to the bar, Beautiful.” His cocky smirk set me on fire, and I was tempted to say fuck the shift and run out the with him there and then, but the way his gaze kept flicking to one of the new girls had me cautious.
Having grown up in an MC I’m aware of the guys and their wondering eyes—and cock. Even when they’ve claimed their ‘old lady’—or gotten married to the woman they love in regular people terms—they still tend to sleep around with the club whores. And that was one thing I would never put up with.
I ducked under the opening at the bar instead of lifting it and left him on the other side. When I turned to face him and found he was still staring at her I decided to address the issue. “You know, if you go sit over there in her section, you’d be able to get up close and personal with her and her tits.” There was no venom behind my words, I’d only just met the guy so if he wanted to jump ship and go for blondie, I couldn’t blame him.
“Ugh. No.” He shuddered as he sat on the seat and turned his attention to me. “She’s my sister.”
My eyes widened at his admission. My dad had hired a Crow’s girl. What the fuck was he thinking? Was he trying to start a war? Filing my questions away for Dad later I waved my had at the drinks on the wall behind me. “What can I get you?”
“Scotch on the rocks, thanks beautiful.”
I poured his drink and slid it over to him. “So, tell me, are you spying on your sister or just here to protect her?” I asked, giving him a raised brow, unable to keep my curiosity at bay. I wiped over the counter with a wet cloth while I waited to see if he’d answer me. Grateful that it was midweek and therefore not a busy night.
He took a large sip of his drink, closing his eyes as he seemed to enjoy the liquid going down his throat, before placing it on the bar and locking his gaze on mine. “Honestly?” I nodded and he carried on. “A bit of both.” He sighed. “She’s been sneaking around for a couple of weeks and a last night I decided it was time to find out what she was hiding, unfortunately I lost her trail on the way here and didn’t manage to find out where she was going until tonight.”
My eyes widened at his admission. Club guys are full on when it comes to protecting their family. Of all people, I should know that since I’m the daughter of a MC president and therefore have pretty much all the club guys looking out for me. Fucking smothering me if you ask me, but no one ever does. “Now that you know where she’s going what are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged as he took another drink and glanced around the club seemingly weighing up the place.
“My…boss looks out for his girls, so she’s more than safe working here.” I’d almost let it slip that he was my dad and knowing this guy was a Crow that could have caused several problems. He’d either use that knowledge as a weapon against my father and put a target on my back, or he’d run a mile and I’d never get to follow through with testing out his merchandise. And boy did I want to test it out!
His jaw clenched at my words and as I thought them over it was probably the fact that I pretty much referred to her as one of ‘his girls’. The Crow grunted. “She better be.” He watched his sister serve a couple of regulars, laughing along at something they said. Blondie looked comfortable and relaxed to me which made it obvious she at least felt safe. Her eyes widened as they locked on to her brothers, and her shoulders stiffened. The sudden change in her demeanour caused the customers to turn to see what she was looking at.
I reached out and placed my hand on her brothers arm as he rose off the stool he’d been sat on. “Don’t. She’s got a break coming up. I’m sure she’ll come and face the music then.” His gaze dropped to my fingers which were still wrapped around his solid arm, he nodded his agreement and I let go.
“So, what name will I be screaming later tonight?” I smirked as I waited for his reaction. I was testing him. Having been brought up in the club I’d heard and seen a lot of things most girls my age don’t and even though the brothers in the Vultures find my shit talking amusing, none of them would go near me in a romantic way because of my father and brother. I’ve also learnt from experience that most regular guys are the opposite, they usually want a prim and proper princess and I’m fucking far from that.
His shoulders relaxed and he slid his empty glass towards me gesturing for a top up with a dip of his head. “I like how you know a good thing when you see it. Didn’t doubt for a second I’d have you screaming.” A sexy grin spread across his face as he offered me his hand over the bar. “Remy.”
I placed the bottle back on the shelf behind me after topping him up and took his offered hand. “Jezabel. My friends call me Jez,” I offered. It wasn’t exactly a lie. My friends from the outside world did call me Jez, but my MC friends and family called me Jinx. I wasn’t exactly sure how much he knew about our MC and whether he’d recognise me as the Prez’s daughter by hearing my name.
A guy walked up to the bar and sat a few stools up from Remy. Being the only server tonight I headed over to take his order. I could feel Remy’s eyes following my every move as I did so. It usually made me bristle when I had someone watching my every move, but this was different to when my father, brother or the rest of the Vultures brothers did it. When I glanced at him, I could see heat in his stare, and it caused desire to pool low in my stomach.
Chapter Three
ROOSTER
I couldn’t take my eyes off the little spitfire behind the bar as she served another customer. I wished the fucker had taken a seat somewhere else so he could have a waitress serve him. The way his eyes raked over Jez’s body had me on edge, I wanted to storm over there and order him to turn his fucking eyes away, just like I had with my sister earlier, but like Jez reminded me with Laci, this was her workplace, and she was here for the customers to look at. Even if it was fucking lecherously.
“Remy?” I spun on the stool at the sound of my sister’s voice behind me.
“Laci…” I shook my head not sure what question to throw at her first. “What the fuck?” Was all I could come up with.
She glanced over my shoulder in the direction of the guy Jez had been serving. No doubt my raised voice had caught his attention. “Shhh.” She tugged on my arm and dragged me to a dark corner of the room where there was a small booth. “Sit,” she ordered.
“Laci, what the fucking hell are you doing here?” I asked gritting my teeth in order to keep my voice down.
“Working.” She shrugged sheepishly.
“Here? In a Vulture’s club?” I gave her a raised brow when she didn’t reply. “If you really wanted to go into this line of work, you could have gone to our club.”
She laughed at me then. “Like you, or Ink, or any of the brothers would allow me to work at Bare Dancer.”
I wanted to argue that we would have but deep down I knew we wouldn’t. Fuck, I didn’t want to see my sister prancing around half naked. And neither would any of my brothers. Actually, some of the fuckers would. “Okay.” I agreed. “But why this line of work?”
