Page 9 of Kings of Decay
A minute later, the tinkle of bells above the door caught my attention. There was an instant shift in energy as two men walked in.
Two incredibly sexy guys in their twenties. I couldn’t help but stare. It was the first time I’d seen anyone here my age.
They acted like they owned the place. Even from across the room, their presence was like a live wire, crackling with an energy that hummed beneath the surface of this sleepy town.
A blond guy led the way, his sun-kissed hair and bright blue eyes painting the picture of an all-American boy. But there was a shadow in those eyes, a hardness that hinted at something lurking beneath the golden exterior. He moved with a predator's grace, muscles rippling beneath his worn denim jacket.
A step behind, the younger of the pair, was his darker reflection. Brooding brown eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. His features were sharper, more angular, framed by a mop of unruly dark hair. There was an aura of a poet about him, a hint of vulnerability that would be easily missed.
They were both tall, broad-shouldered, and imposing. But it wasn't just their physicality that commanded attention. It was the way everyone went silent and looked at them before turning back to their drinks. A collective shiver rocked the room.
I didn’t notice my hands shaking until I nearly dropped the glass I was holding.
The pair locked onto me as they walked over to the bar. They sat down in unison, moving like a machine.
“Lookin’ good, Todd. Damn, I didn’t know sex change technology got so good.” The blond one laughed, slapping his brother on the shoulder.
“What?” I blinked. Did I miss the joke?
The blond frowned. “It’s a joke, dumbass. Obviously, you’re not Todd.”
Heat flashed across my face.
“She’s not Todd,” his dark-haired brother said as he leaned over the bar. “She is new, though.”
The way they looked at me made my skin feel hot. They stared me down like wolves.
Wolves.
“Uh,” I swallowed the lump in my throat and put down the glass before I broke it. “What can I get you?”
“Whisky. Neat.” They both said at the same time.
“Can I see some ID?” I mentally ticked off the next step I'd learned during training.
The blond scoffed. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Yes,” I squeaked.
“Babe, we’re VIPs.” The dark-haired one said with a click of his tongue.
“Sorry. I don’t know who you are,” I squared my shoulders to hide my nervousness.
The men exchanged glances before pulling out their wallets and throwing their licenses on the table.
PEARCE WINSTON
AINSLEY WINSTON
The world swayed around me. So, these were the infamous Winston brothers.They didn't look related at all.Stepbrothers, maybe?
Suddenly, the nervous look on the other customers’ faces made perfect sense. I’d only heard a whisper here and there, but apparently, these guys were not to be messed with. Now that I stood before them, feeling like a deer in the headlights of a semi-truck, I could see why.
I tried not to let them see the flurry of emotions wreaking havoc in my mind as I glanced at their birthdays before pouring their drinks.
“Your drinks,” I said.
The blond, Pearce, grabbed my wrist before I could pull away. “What’s your name, new girl?”
