“Can I get a drink over here or what?” I say to finally get her attention and break this weird spell looking at her put me under.
Blue swirled with white like some fantasyland lake somewhere. That’s the color of her eyes, I realize as she looks at me. I realize little else as she walks towards me, boobs bouncing, hips swaying, lips red and plump, and begging to be kissed. Or wrapped around my cock.
“Or am I interrupting?” the sole purpose of asking her that is to make the fierce fire in her eyes glow brighter.
She flirts back, she’s interested too, but I bet she’s like that with all the guys here. It shouldn’t, but that bothers me. I don’t like being just another guy to a woman. Especially not in a decrepit place like this, the kind of place that my father would love.
I ask for a beer. She delivers it with the speed of light, says something about aiming to please, which I very much doubt about her.
There’s fear behind the fire and blueness of her eyes. A caged animal type of fear. Not a pretty thing to see. And it just grows and grows the more she flirts and smiles, matching me banter for banter, smile for a grin, as she makes sure I get a real good look at her boobs while we’re talking. I want to be the one who chases that fear out of her eyes. I want her to take me to her room in the back and fuck my brains out. I want her to forget whatever she’s afraid of, for tonight at least. Not much else I can offer.
And I fucking can’t even offer her that.
I’m on a job.
One of the president’s sons is giving me the stink eye over talking to her, and the last thing I need is to cause a scene. I should lean back, finish my beer, and ignore her for the rest of the evening. Do my job and nothing else for the rest of the evening. Maybe I am the good-for-nothing, lazy, piece of shit my father always said I was. Maybe Cross and the Devils will finally realize that tonight.
But the more I pull away from her, the closer she comes. I should’ve just let her keep on ignoring me.
But then I wouldn’t have learned that her name is Brenda.
Whatever that means. It means something. Because my dick is rock hard just from imagining her whispering my name while riding it.
By the far wall, Blaze’s got Ace in a drunken bear hug type thing. He’s probably giving him the message. I completely missed Ace walking in, and my sole purpose for being here is watching for him. It’s not good to get on the Devils’ bad side, everyone knows that. And what happens if you disappoint them? I don’t even want to try and answer that question.
Snow White with the wicked eyes will have to wait. Maybe forever. She’s got all these Sinner dwarfs to take care of and I got a job to do. A job she’ll probably hate me for once it’s done.
Brenda
I only stepped away to fill Lisa’s order and the next thing I know, the guy—Colt—is on the other side of the bar, leaning on the wall by the front door. His gaze still caressed my naked skin like a warm breeze every once in a while, but that was it. Smoke and bodies prevented our eyes locking. My enslavement behind this counter prevented me from walking over and throwing myself at him. I hardly even caught him looking at me.
A waste.
More than a waste.
I’ve lost my touch. I knew that for certain when I returned from the back room carrying a heavy crate of beer, and he was gone.
I never wanted a night at this bar to end more than I wanted this one to end after that. Not even my first night here was more disappointing than this one.
But the Sinners just kept partying, kept shouting and smoking and breaking bottles and glasses, making a mess that’s gonna take me hours to clean up tomorrow morning. Stormi didn’t show. Ace never came back out from the back room. And Piston ignored every one of my attempts at starting a conversation with him. He’s probably pissed at me for flirting with that guy.
I just can’t catch a fucking break in this place!
Colt
I slipped away from the bar as soon as she turned her back on me. I met her eyes one last time across the crowded room, but that was it. Mine were kinda watering from all the smoke hanging like a sheet in the air, hers were just filled with anger and regret, I hope. But what the fuck else am I supposed to do? I’m here on a job, a job that might end with every one of these bikers partying in here tonight dead. I could come back for her later when all is done, but she’s probably not gonna want anything to do with me then.
I promise myself I’m gonna try anyway since she’s such a rare beauty, like a blue rose or something, but tonight’s all about making sure Ace gets out of here in one piece. He’s been undercover with the Sinners for a couple of weeks, blending in and trying to find out who the snitch that’s talking to the feds is. Either he’s now found that out, or our President has decided to handle the problem another way, Ace’s job here is done. He needs to come back with me and Blaze tonight.
I keep glancing at the door to the left of the bar counter he left through, but he’s not back yet. The other guy, the one who didn’t like me talking to Brenda, is back, so’s at least one of the thugs who followed Ace to the back, but Ace is not. I’m no super clever guy, but even I know that’s not a good sign.
None of the bikers take any notice of me as I make my way along the wall to where Blaze is still nursing his one beer, acting like he’s had at least fifty already. Even Brenda’s guy doesn’t see me anymore. He doesn’t see her either, though she’s trying to get his attention.
“It’s been a while,” I whisper to Blaze as I slide past him.
He bumps into me drunkenly. “He hasn’t checked in either. Something’s not right.”
He’s swaying, not looking at me, as he whispers it. Then he pretends to lose his balance and catches himself on my shoulders, his face inches from my ear.
“That door leads out back,” he whispers. “Go and see what you see. I’ll cause a diversion so you can slip out.”
He gives me no time to think about it, no time to question whether a stranger wandering around their inner sanctum is something the Sinners will even try to understand if they catch me there. Instead, he starts meandering his way to the bar, waving his half-full bottle of beer, foam spraying everywhere as he demands another.
So I don’t think, I just crack open the door he was standing next to and slip out into the darkness of some sort of courtyard. Most of it is in pitch darkness, but the single yellow streetlight over the trash cans casts enough illumination so I can make out a low rectangular building with many windows and all the lights off that stretches out against the wall on the other side of the courtyard across from me. There are more similar, only smaller buildings on the far side of the lot, darker blobs in darkness. There must be offices in the hallway Ace disappeared into, since one of the black painted windows there is glowing amber. I’m alone here. Good. First bullet dodged.
I slip along the building I just exited, careful to stay in the shadows, stopping to try and eavesdrop on the office with the light is on, but I don’t hear a damn thing. I don’t breathe easy until I reach the near-perfect darkness at the dark side of the lot. In the distance, by the far wall around this compound, the handles of three bikes are glowing silver in the moonlight next to a white van which practically shines.