“Keep ‘em comin’, boss?” Rukus asked, slapping three fingers of Irish whiskey in front of me.
I nodded, then thought better of it. If Rhodie was already getting stupid thoughts before the night had even started, I should probably keep my head straight. Or as straight as I could with Angel in the same room.
“Nah, I’m stuck babysitting tonight. I need to keep sober in order to keep these assholes in line.”
“Good luck with that. Why she would want to hang out with a bunch of degenerates’ tonight is beyond me? For a smart girl she does some dumbass shit sometimes.”
My teeth grit at the old man’s assessment. Before I said something stupid, I lifted my glass in a mock cheers before swallowing a healthy amount. The heat burned down my throat, settling nice and hot in my stomach. It wasn’t going to be enough. I should’ve just taken the bottle.
The reason she wanted to spend her last night before going off to college might be beyond Rukus’ grasp, but it was glaringly obvious to me. Despite her name, Angel was the epitome of a she devil that didn’t know the meaning of no. And with her dad gone for the night, I was certain she was going to attempt to get her claws into me one last time.
I just had to get through tonight. I scoffed, easier said than done.
A loud roar filled the dark room. Pool sticks were thrust in the air along with beer bottles and glasses of assorted alcohol. Rukus limped around the bar giving me a half smile as he headed to the guest of honor just like everyone else in the bar.
I took my time, finishing the rest of my whiskey. My back faced all the goodbyes, and congratulations, not ready to go toe-to-toe with Angel. Before I could push my bar stool back, the one next to me scratched across the old worn wooden floor.
“So, Demon.” Her smokey voice hit the back of my neck bunching the muscles from its sexy raspy tone. “Daddy dearest told me you’re my watchdog for tonight.” She tapped her blood-red fingernails on my shoulder. Her movement caused her perfume to waft up my nose. The heady sensual smell coiled around me, making it hard to breathe without her essence filling my lungs, and other things filling further down.
“Yep, little girl I’m your babysitter tonight. Try and behave to make my night easier.”
“I’ll be an angel,” she purred. Her hand landed on my thigh.
I plucked her hand off my leg before she could see how much she affected me. “Like that’ll ever happen. You’ve been a brat since the moment you landed in this club, and you haven’t changed one bit. Go on little girl. You can’t handle what you’re trying to get. And I’m not in the mood to make you look stupid by showing you just how out of your league you’re reaching.”
She snatched her hand away from her second attempt to touch me, pushing herself from the bar. She stomped toward one of the pool tables. I watched as she kicked off one of the newer club members, right before he was about to break. She lined up her shot and sent the cue ball hurtling toward the triangle of innocent balls smashing them around the table and sinking three. I had a feeling my face was on all of those poor unsuspecting balls.
Rukus whistled behind me. “Here boss.” He sat down another glass of whiskey. “I think you’re going to need it.”
I sipped the drink, wanting to make it last. My eyes never wavered from Angel as she pranced around my clubhouse like she owned it. Her favorite band, the JackholeS played through the speakers. She sang along getting everyone near her to sing with her.
Her blonde hair was shaved on one side, and a pink pixie cut on the other. She cut her long blonde hair, and donated it when her mom was diagnosed. I was sad to see it go, but her current haircut made her look like the badass she was, and she wore it well.
No longer did I have fantasies of wrapping her hair around my fist as I plowed into her. Nope, now my fantasies consisted of pink hair being flung back-I stopped that train of thought before it ran away.
She wore a cut off shirt, showing her tanned, toned abs. Even worse, it rode up every time she bent over the pool table. Her jeans looked like she’d painted them on. Her bright green eyes kept seeking mine. Her laugh and extra touches were all aimed at me, hoping for a reaction. The pout on her wide pink lips showed it was getting to her that I wasn’t taking her bait.
I grabbed one of the skanks that were always trolling the club and plunked her on my lap. Her perfume consisted of cigarettes, and cheap booze. I resisted the urge to toss her off, and grazed her fake tits with my thumb instead. She moaned and began kissing my neck.
It took Angel less than an hour to realize choosing the clubhouse as her going away venue was a mistake. The veterans of the club treated her as their own, not giving her a chance to flirt with them. The newer members were too afraid to talk to her for any length of time, fully aware I was watching.
The recruits ended up leaving early to find more entertainment, and to get away from the glares I kept shooting them. The older ones slowly started to fade out of the clubhouse until it was just me, the skank, Angel, and Rukus left.
“Rukus, why don’t you head out. I’ll lock up tonight.”
“I’ll help you,” Cigarette girl husked out.
“Nah, sugar. I’ll take a rain-check.”
She pouted. Thankfully, she didn’t make a scene. She jumped off me, licked her lips as she stared at my lap and sauntered away.
Rukus chuckled at the entertainment. “Alright, boss. I’m out.” I fist bumped Rukus’ old, gnarled knuckles. “I’ll walk you out young lady.”
Angel’s eyes flitted over to me, “Well, I guess I’ll see you later, old man. I’ll tell my dad what a good job you did watching over me, even with a biker-slut grinding on you like a woman who doesn’t know the meaning of self-respect.” Her green eyes searched mine, and the raw pain was like a punch to the gut.
“Kill it in school. Go find some schmuck to wrap around your little finger. Make him treat you like a princess, little girl. If he doesn’t, he’ll answer to me.” With all the restraint I could muster, I got up and wrapped my arms around her tiny body. Her arms contracted around my waist with the fierceness I’d come to expect from her.
“Yeah, I’ll have him eating out of my hand.” She grinned as she took the arm Rukus offered. “Take it easy, dirty biker.” She slugged me in the shoulder before she allowed Rukus to lead her out of the clubhouse.