Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 22
I felt like I was about to pass out and realized I hadn't taken a breath from the moment I had seen them walk in the door. As I drew in air, I was furiously trying to see the emblem on their cuts. But they were all walking slightly diagonal to me and I couldn't make out a damn thing.
“Hey, you okay?” Rick asked, causing me to jump and turn my head toward him.
“Yeah, why?” I asked as I whipped my head back around.
Mother. Fuck.
They had all sat down in a booth and now I couldn't see anything on their cuts. I felt my body trembling slightly and for the life of me I couldn't figure out why. I took another drink of water as I stared at the guys. I just needed one to stand up with his back to me.
“You sure you're okay? You're staring at those bikers really hard.”
I lowered my gaze down to the bar fast. That's all I needed was to piss off some bikers. If they were the right ones, I was gonna need their help. Well, that is if they did things like what I wanted done. If not, I wasn't sure what I was going to do. It's like all my hopes hinged on my biker hero. For all I knew, he was married with ten kids and only rode on the weekends in a Christian MC. I so prayed that wasn't the case though. Because I honestly didn't know what I would do if that became my reality.
“Yeah, I'm okay. I thought they might have been some bikers I knew once. I was just trying to see the back of their cuts.”
Rick looked at me skeptically and nodded. Fuck, I needed to keep a cool head on my shoulders. It wasn't like me to freak out like this.
“You okay with me heading on out? Can you handle the bar alone now you think?” Rick asked as he started untying his apron. It looked like he was leaving regardless, so I wasn't sure why he even asked me.
“Yeah, no sweat. I got this.”
I grabbed a rag and started wiping the bar down. I glanced around to make sure that everyone was okay, then watched as Rose walked over and took the guys’ orders. As she walked my way, I saw a man get up and head toward the hallway that led to the restrooms. Just as he was about to turn his body where I could see his colors, someone at the other end of the bar tapped their beer bottle on it and reflex had me turning my head toward him. He held up his empty beer bottle and I nodded at him. I hurried and turned my head back toward the hallway, just in time to see the guy go into the men's room. Damn my luck.
I drew a beer from the tap then hurried and gave it to him. I checked on everyone else that was sitting at the bar on the way back down to the other end that was closest to where the hallway joined the main room. I wanted to be able to keep an eye out for the guy to come out of the restroom. Rose came out of the kitchen and slapped the ticket on the bar top. I glanced at it really quick to see they had all ordered a Bud Light. As I pulled the six beers out of the chiller, I saw the man make his way back down the hallway. I slapped the beers down on her serving tray, but kept my eyes glued to the biker.
I vaguely heard Rose murmur, “Thank you,” as I tried not to hyperventilate. Fuck, what was wrong with me. I was never like this. I think I knew before he even turned and started for the table what I would see. My eyes flew to the emblem on his cut. I blinked, then blinked again to make sure. Oh, thank God, it was the right one. I had found my bikers. Now, I needed to figure out how to find my biker hero.
~*~
Blood
“Think the bartender is checking you out, Blood,” Slaughter said as I sat back down.
I casually glanced around the bar and as my eyes landed on the chick behind the bar, my eyes locked onto hers. Her eyes widened in shock and she jerked her head around. She was fucking gorgeous. I wasn't a fan of short hair, but on her it was sexy as hell. The color looked silver from here and it had that just fucked look to it, like a man's hands had been holding it as he guided her mouth back and forth on his cock.
Tats started at her wrists and ran up both arms until the sleeves of her t-shirt hid them from further view. She definitely wasn't trying to get tips by flaunting her chest. The shirt she was wearing was something a preteen would wear when their moms still had some control of how their daughters dressed.
As I continued to watch her, I could tell she was damn good at her job. She was constantly scanning the people seated at the bar to make sure they hadn't run low on their drinks. I tried as unobtrusively as possible to keep watching her. The longer I did, I noticed how much she kept glancing at us. It wasn't me she was glancing at; it was at all of us. Fuck, she was new so maybe she didn't know that we hung out here often and wouldn't cause her