Page 14 of Sinful Need
The bartender behind the counter seems annoyed as she wipes the spilled beer off the bar top. “Short staffed today. Someone will be along soon if you Neanderthals can be patient.”
“Excuse my brothers. We’ve had a long flight. No one means any disrespect.”
She stops wiping at the bar and looks up at me, “You’re not the worst to come through that door. I’m just on edge. What can I get for you?”
“Jack.” She pours a shot and slides it across the bar. I swallow it back and place the shot glass on the bar. “Second thought, leave the bottle.”
She cocks her brow at me. Digging cash out of my wallet, I slap a hundred dollar bill on the top, “For the bottle and any trouble we’ve caused.”
A wide grin flashes across her bright red lips as I sweep the bottle toward me.
Her eyes scan me over and she twists her tight brown curls around her finger, “I’m Abby and I work till close.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I wink and stroll off to join my brothers at the table. She’s cute but my mind is preoccupied and for the moment that means any action my cock might be interested in is overridden.
“I thought you were gonna sleep off the jet lag?” Hound asks.
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead. I’m thirsty.” Settling into a seat, I wrap my lips around the mouth of the bottle and take a swig.
“Give it up, it’s a lost cause.” Tank defends my position. I take another drink.
“You can’t drink away your past, Fuel. I need your head in the game so we can figure out what we’re doing here.”
Damn it. I know he’s right but memories are crowding me everywhere. “We know what we’re doing here. Taking out the Viper’s Den and making the women traveling through this shitty town safer.”
Chainz swipes the bottle away, “And how are we doing that?”
My brain flat lines when I see her over Chainz’s shoulders. I swallow hard. The guy from the front door is giving her an ear full and pointing toward our table. Hard lines tug at the corner of her lips. There’s no fire in her eyes and they’re slightly sunken back like lack of sleep is getting the better of her but damn is she beautiful. She heads towards our table. The feistiness in the snap of her steps captures my full attention as her curvy hips sway. Her steps falter as a man in a black leather cut approaches behind her letting out a sharp whistle that grabs everyone’s attention. All heads turn their way. My pulse quickens watching his hand wrap around her wrists and thrashing her around to face him.
Gritting my teeth, I push out of my chair and break away from the group without a word. Red hot flames rage through my veins as I watch the sight unfolding. My pulse is skyrocketing as I shove my way through customers and round tables, bumping into Reaper.
“Stay out of it, Brother. We’re supposed to keep our heads down.” He warns.
I level him with a dead man’s stare, “Can’t man.”
He grips my cut with one hand and yanks my shirt sleeve up with the other, “I thought she looked familiar. She’s the bitch on your arm, isn’t she?” He glances back to the woman that makes my heart beat off rhythm. Every beat echoing the forbidden desire I can’t deny. Tension coils around me as my fist clench.
“One and the same. Now, you can cover my back or get the fuck out of my way.”
He releases his hold and steps to the side, “Fuck man.”
I hear several pairs of boots falling in step behind me. Old memories creep back in ending any chance of rational thinking.
“Do we have to do this now?” Rayne begs Hawk but her being uncomfortable only makes him taunt us more.
“Yes. The prospect here needs to remember his place and apparently so do you. You do what I want when I want. Where I want and how I want.” His hands wrap around her throat, as he backs her against the wall, showing off his power over us both. Her cries guts me to my core. “Do you want the prospect over there?”
“No.” I know in my heart she doesn’t mean it. She’ll say anything to get him to go easy on her. She’s afraid of him, that much is obvious. All the women here are but since my arrival at the club, he’s taken an unholy interest in her.
“Do you want me?”
“Yes.” Her answer is a breathless whisper. One wrong word from either of us and he’ll kill us both.
“Get on your knees.” He orders.
“What?” She asks, mortified because I’m still standing there being forced to watch her have to submit to him.
“The only words out of your mouth should be yes.” He forces her to her knees as he unzips his pants. I want to help her but all I can do is look away. I’m a coward and don’t deserve a girl like Rayne. My sudden movement makes Hawk cackle. “Open your fucking eyes, Prospect, and watch her swallow my cock.”
