Page 27 of Menace

“Fuck.” Lucky picked up his shot and tipped it back. The top shelf vodka burned all the way down. Setting the shot glass back down he glanced in the mirror and there she was, pushing her way between him and Lure to get to the bar. He watched her in the mirror as she gave him a quick up and down beneath her lashes, her eyes lingering on his crotch. The bitch didn’t realise he could see her. Or maybe she did and didn’t care.

She was short and as she stepped up onto the foot rail she rested her big tits on the bar top. It got Nathan, their bartender’s attention instantly.

Lucky and Lure both looked down, checking out her tits.

He was the first to turn away and pick up his beer.

And then he did a slow double take, looked again. He blinked thinking he was imagining shit.

He wasn’t. It was still there.

It wasn’t his imagination. There was a mole between her tits shaped a bit like a flower.

He knew that fucking mole, knew it very, very well.

Used to kiss it, lick it as he made love to his woman.

A dead woman.

He looked away, met Dive’s eyes and tilted his head towards the back of the bar. His brother gave a short nod, got off his chair and called to the bartender.

“Nathan! We’re goin’ in the back for a minute. Watch our drinks and see to it no one takes our places.” He ordered.

Lure followed them to the back office and once the door was closed Lucky immediately laid it out.

“Don’t believe I’m goin’ to say this, but fuck! I know the bitch, brothers. I know her inside fuckin’ out. I have no fuckin’ idea how it’s possible…but…but she’s…she’s my dead ex, Gloria. How the fuck is it possible when she was killed in a drive-by just after I was patched in? I can’t fuckin’ breathe.”

He bent over, hands on his knees, gasping for breath.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ. Are you sure, Lucky?” Lure asked, his hand resting reassuringly on Lucky’s back.

Lucky nodded, still bent over, his hands on his thighs.

“It’s her, Dive, I recognised the mole between her tits. Her dress is cut so fuckin’ low you can’t miss it. She’s older and she’s had work done to her face and tits to alter her appearance, her hair is a different colour and so are her eyes, they used to be darker. She’s a lot thinner now and her clothes are totally different but I swear to you, it’s her. I’d know that fuckin’ flower shaped mole anywhere. Fuckin’ slut’s been alive all this time while I wasted my fuckin’ life grievin’ her. She’s part of the reason I walked away from my ice queen. Fuckin’ hell, this is so damned fucked up.”

He straightened, dragged his hands over his face, ending with his fingers covering his mouth. Dive patted his upper arm as he texted one handed.

“Okay, I believe you. I’m textin’ prez then we’re goin’ back out there and we’re gonna get a photo of that fuckin’ mole for Byte. You can’t let on that you recognised her, brother. We’ve got to play this close. Let her make her play and you pretend you have no fuckin’ clue who she is. Once she thinks she’s got you hooked we fuckin’ get out of here.” He shook his head frowning at his phone.

“What?” Lure asked.

“I’m wonderin’ how she thought she was goin’ to get away with this. Why is she thinkin’ you won’t recognise the mole?”

Lucky shook his head and shrugged. He had no clue either.

He followed Dive into the bar, Lure at their back. One look at her had his stomach churning. He wanted answers but he knew now wasn’t the time to get them. He would have to wait, play this game until the end. Sliding back onto his chair he raised his hand indicating he wanted a fresh beer. He pushed the one he had left on the bar away as Nathan brought them their new drinks.

Ignoring the woman beside him he drank while making conversation with his brothers about their bikes. He didn’t want to look at her because if he did he might just loose his fucking head.

It didn’t take long for her to make her play.

The bitch obviously didn’t like that they hadn’t made a move while she stood at the bar. He knew from before that she was used to, and liked, getting the attention she wanted when she wanted it. Not this time though.

As he put his beer down a small hand clasped over his forearm. He hid the shudder of revulsion as he slowly turned his head to look down at her, not saying a word.

She smiled brightly, batting her false eyelashes. He stared at her blankly, giving her nothing.

“Hi, I’m Carmella, my friends call me Mella. I know I’m being a bit forward but can I buy you and your friends a shot?”

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