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“Where are you going?” Anton called out.
“Home. I have a fucking headache and I wouldn’t be surprised if Dimitri poisoned me upstairs. If I’m dead in the morning, take care of yourselves.” With that, I stepped out and closed the door behind me.
13
MAREK
Sveta slammedher tray down on the bar top, nearly taking out the pyramid of champagne glasses I was assembling, and snarled something in Russian. I didn’t have a clue what she said but it didn’t sound good.
“Whoa! Easy!” I stabilized the glasses and leaned closer to try and hear her over the beat of the music. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she snapped. “I need another round of martinis for table five.”
She reached for a stack of napkins and I covered her hand with mine, holding onto it when she tried to tug it away. “What happened?”
Looking up at me glumly before turning back to the club, she nodded toward a group of guys doing shots. “I don’t want to serve them anymore. They keep grabbing at me like this is a goddamn strip club.”
I nodded, retracting my hand. “Go take a break. I’ll cover your tables. It’s starting to wrap up anyway.”
“Really? You’d do that?” Her brown eyes widened.
“Absolutely.”
She smiled brightly and stepped up on the footrest, leaning across the bar and planting a shiny, sticky kiss on my cheek. “Thank you!”
When she sauntered away, Nolan gave me a thumbs up.
Smirking, I shook my head at him and wiped her lipgloss off my face before mixing up the assholes’ martinis. The urge to spit in them was so fucking tempting.
Stacking the drinks on Sveta’s abandoned tray, I carried them to the table and distributed the glasses to the four idiots laughing and elbowing each other as they sized up girls in the crowd around us. Privileged douchery at its finest.
“Aw, who are you?” one of them whined, making a face at me. “Where’s the hot chick?”
“Gone for the night.” I set the last drink down and tucked the tray under my arm. “Anything else?”
“Bring the hot chick back!”
“There’s plenty of other hot chicks,” I reminded them, tossing my head toward the dance floor and the multitude of females either dancing in a group or grinding against whatever body happened to be closest.
As soon as their drunken attention diverted back to the crowd, I made a break for the bar in time to come face-to-face with Hayden, looking even more pissed than usual. And I thought I was a miserable bastard.
“Why aren’t you behind a bar,bartender?” Every time he said it, it sounded nastier than before, which was quite an accomplishment.
“Helping out where I can,” I replied, taking a step to go around him. He darted to the side, crossing his arms, his dark eyes narrowed.
“Where the fuck did Sveta go?”
“She’s on break. Why?”
“Uh, the fuck she’s not,” he said, looking at his watch. “She already had a break and we’re closing in an hour.”
“What do you want, Hayden?” I snapped, my nerves wearing remarkably thin with every thumping note blaring through the sound system. This power struggle with him wasn’t helping.
“Donottake that tone with me. You’re on thin fucking ice as it is.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?”
He laughed but it sounded more like a snarl. “I don’t know what hold you think you have over Misha, butI’mnot falling for it. One more step out of line and you’re fucking gone. I’ll go straight to Sergei. Bartenders are a dime a dozen. I can have your shift filled like that.” He snapped right in my face. He was lucky I didn’t break his fucking hand.
