Page 9 of Butcher

I snagged the bottle away from him. “Get your own, Old Man.”

He just grinned at me. “What’re you two up to tonight?”

“Nothing,” I muttered, feeling restless.

“We’ve been grounded,” Toxic added, taking a swig from the bottle.

“Like you can’t get into enough trouble right here?”

“Eh,” Toxic replied. “Not as much fun.”

“Hmmm,” Hush grunted. He worked as the bouncer for the bar more often than not. We were picky about who we let in here since it was on our club’s compound. He was facing the door and a frown crossed his face. “Who the fuck are they?”

“They’re hot,” Toxic said as he glanced over at the women who’d just walked in. “Let them stay.” He stilled, then kicked me under the table.

“The fuck is your problem,” I growled.

Toxic was used to my bad temper, so he just grinned. “Remember that girl from today?”

“Yeah,” I said, suspicious about where he was going with this.

“Well, she just walked through the door.”

I sat up straight and turned to look. He was right. She walked in behind the group of four women. The others were in short skirts and tops that barely covered their tits. It wasn’t hard to see what they were after tonight. But my girl was in a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a pale blue tank top. Her hair was loose and hung down almost to her ass.

My girl.

She didn’t look like she belonged with them. I moved my chair so I could watch her. It was taking all my self-control not to get up and go over to her.

Sure enough, she broke off from the group of women and went to the bar.

“Wonder what she’s doing here?” Toxic asked. “That’s too much of a coincidence.”

“Want me to let her stay?” Hush glanced over at me.

“Yeah, something about her is nagging me.”

“Probably just need to get laid,” Hush replied with a grin. He motioned to the group of women. “You want any of that Toxic? Or should I boot ‘em?”

“Why would you boot a group of gorgeous women?” Toxic asked, giving Hush a confused look.

“‘Cause most of us are married these days, asshole. If you want ‘em, I’ll let them stay. If not, they’re gone.”

Toxic glanced over at me, then back at Hush. “Let them stay. I’ll keep them company tonight. Something tells me my wing man is going to be busy. Besides, they might have friends.”

Hush chuckled as he stood up, about to head back to the door. “Friends? ‘Cause four isn’t enough?”

“You’re right, I should take it slow tonight.”

Hush just shook his head as he walked away.

I was still staring at the woman at the bar. She wasn’t drinking any of those disgusting girly drinks women loved to order. Looked like she was having a Jack and Coke. My kind of woman. I frowned.

“You going to tap that?” Toxic asked, taking another swig from his bottle.

I cocked my head, studying her. “Yeah.”

He barked out a laugh. “I’ll leave you to it.”

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