Shaking the thoughts from my head, I smile up at Nessy before holding out my hand to her. She slips her small hand into mine before I pull her into my lap.
Chapter Three
Antonia
“No way in hell can you wear something like that,” Trix, my best friend tells me. Her name is short for Trixie, a cute little southern name for a woman who isn’t cute in the least bit. She’s drop dead sexy and if I swung the other way I’d have my mouth wrapped up in her all the time. Honestly, Trix suits her more. She’s a badass, foul, bad bitch and I love her to death.
I glance down at the denim get up I have going on, feeling very Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake from that award show they went to in the early 2000s. “What? This is cute.”
“Uh, yeah, if you want men staring at you and thinking you’re fucking insane.” She furrows her brows and makes a gagging motion with her hand in her mouth.
“I’m not going there to make friends or get a dick shoved in my cunt. I’m going for work, Trix.”
“Yeah, and that ensemble will really help us get in the door. You want us getting in, don’t you?” Her tone is laced with attitude and sass.
“Fine, then what do you suggest?”
“I’m so glad you asked, follow me.” Trix hops off the edge of the bed and goes to her massive walk in closet. She begins pulling a few hangers with clothes on them, handing them off to me. “This,”.”
She’s holding out some sort of faux latex bodysuit with a pair of the same sort of material in the leggings. “You want me to look like a sweetbutt, don’t you?” I scoff, rolling my eyes.
“They only let the hot chicks in, right? Then we gotta do what we gotta do. Stop being picky and let’s get this job done so your dad can shut his old sexist mouth.” She’s not wrong.
“Fine,” I grit, grabbing the hanger from her hand I strip out of my denim outfit and go for the dominatrix look. I don’t even care that I’m stripping in front of her. We’ve done this dozens of times. Plus, this is what you do with your best friend, right?
“Okay, c’mon, let’s go. I want some good liquor and to get my eyes on some hotties.” Trix is single as hell. She broke up with this overbearing asshole not too long ago. Needless to say, I hated him from the beginning.
I grab my small pleated crossbody bag and walk out of her apartment with her, then go down the stairwell that leads out to the street. Trix rents an apartment on top of my dad’s club, which is more of a curse than a blessing.
The second we’re pushing the door open to the back alley, Magnum, one of my dad’s full patched members, lifts his chin up in my direction. “Ant, how you doin’?”
Everyone in the club calls me Ant versus Antonia. It’s sort of a given nickname. “I’m great, and you’re not getting any.” I giggle in his direction, knowing exactly what he’s going for. Magnum has always had the hots for me, and I’m sure he always will until someone else comes along that piques his interest.
Trix and I head over to her car and she drives over to our opposition’s club. I asked her to park about a block away so we could walk up, but we would’ve had to do it anyway. The streets near this club are packed, and while we walk up the block, the line to get in is half a mile long.
“Fuck, it’ll take us a century to get in.” I mutter under my breath.
“Not on my watch, sister. C’mon, lean into me a bit and look exhausted. Okay?”
“What?”
“Just do what I fucking say, bitch. It’ll work!”
I do as she says and lean into her, not even having to fake being exhausted. Wearing leather in this Florida humidity will tire anyone out.
Trix and I get up to the front of the line, walking around everyone, and the bouncer eyes us up. “She on drugs or somethin’?”
“No, she passed out about a block away. I think it’s the leather, and I need help. We need water to cool her down, maybe air conditioning, too. I’m so sorry, ‘cause I don’t wanna be this girl . . . but I might have to cut the leather off her and cool her down . . . and I’d rather not do that in the streets.”
He cocks a brow and smirks, holding an arm out and wraps it around the other side of me. “We’ll get you taken care of, sweetheart. Don’t you worry.”
This guy helps get us two seats at the bar, which is pretty much packed at this point. “Prospect, get this girl some ice water, and her friend here can have whatever she wants . . . on the house.”
He smirks at Trix, who gives him a devilish smile as she rakes her nails along his chest. “Thank you so much . . .”
“Grinder.”
“Oh, what a cute name. Is there a reason for that?” Trix licks her bottom lip and I take the ice water that was just put on the bar for me, downing it as fast as possible.
“Mhm, and maybe I’ll show you.” Grinder winks at her and walks off, heading toward the door.
Trix and I stay at the bar for a while, and the bartender asks a few things about us. Trix introduces me as ‘Toni’, not wanting to use my real name, but I don’t mind. I’m here to do a job after all, and I mean, god forbid anyone here knows who I am. At least I’ll be protected.
Eventually we get some alcohol in our systems and make some small conversation with the bartender, figuring out it’s packed like this most of the time on ‘Fridays.
For the most part no one here really begs for my attention. They look hot, but not the god-like hot most women are used to here in Miami. You either have someone who could be on the cover of a magazine, or slobs that drool at the sight of you. There’s no in between.
“Whoa, check him out.” Trix mutters, motioning toward the door with her eyes.
I pick up my glass and take a sip, glancing over to the door we came in from. My eyes deceive me, or maybe they don’t. I’m not sure if this is the tequila, or if this dude really looks this well.
He’s wearing a cut which means he’s part of the club. He’s got this sort of mixed dark brown and copperish colored hair, with a weird sideburn beard sorta thing going on. It’s not usually my style, but somehow the guy pulls it off.
“Hot, right?”
“Oh, he’s hot.” I reply while still staring at him. His gaze falls upon me as I’m talking to Trix and he smirks, obviously having read my lips.
I came here for work, but part of me wants to have a bit of fun too.
Chapter Four
Leo
My eyes linger a little longer than they should. Or who the hell am I kidding? I can stare as long as I fucking want to, and right now I feel like staring. She’s sexy as fuck in all leather, just the way I like them. She’s sitting at the bar with another girl that I’ve never seen before and I’d sure as hell remember those two.
Mack, one of our other brothers slaps a hand on my shoulder as I keep my eyes on the girls.
“We know who you’re hittin’ tonight, huh, Leo?” I pull my gaze from the girl and look over at him shaking my head.
“That the only thing you think about? We’re open to the public tonight, asshole. She isn’t one of us. She’s probably just out looking for a good time like the rest of the girls in here,” I tell him. Although the thought of ripping that sexy leather off her has crossed my mind in the past few minutes.