Chapter 4 #3
“Get us a drink. Yeah?” He, as usual, is completely shutting down.
Rolling my eyes, I climb off his lap and go get them what they came here for. Tequila and tits.
As the hours tick by, I watch as they consume more alcohol than should be legal and get drunk off their asses.
Girls come upstairs and dance, putting on a show, before going back downstairs to perform on stage for the crowd below.
I keep the drinks flowing and the empties off the tables, just counting down until it’s time to get the hell out of here.
As I’m making a round to clean up after them, a hand brushes across my ass.
Looking down at Viper, I raise a brow, waiting for him to spit it out. “Dance for me.”
The song changes to One Way by 6LACK and he pulls me into his lap, so I give him the dance he’s demanding, throwing all my moves into it.
Leaning my back against his chest, I turn my face into the side of his neck and wrap my arm behind his head as I roll my hips against him.
The man is always ready to go, evident by the poke I feel against my ass.
Just as the song ends, I hear the announcement for last call from the bar downstairs, signaling it’s almost closing time. Thank God.
“I’ll wait for you out back while you get the rest of your shit done. I’ll text G too and tell her you’ll come by to get the kid in the morning; that you’ll be staying with me in case she needs you for anything,” Viper says as he helps me to my feet.
“Okay.” I know that Draven vets everyone, so I don’t even question if Nash is safe with her. With that, I start cleaning up the VIP area, having to step over passed-out bikers as I do.
“What about these guys?” I inquire.
“Leave ‘em. They’ll be fine.” He smirks as his fingers dance across his phone’s screen.
“You sure? You can toss them in my backseat, and I can drive them back.”
“Fuck that. They ain’t riding with you,” he grits out, finally looking up at me.
“Seriously? It’s a lift to the clubhouse. Not an orgy.” I’m exasperated by the level of possessiveness he shows towards me.
“Kierra. What’d I say?”
“Alright, alright. Just trying to help,” I throw over my shoulder.
“Help by hurrying the fuck up.” There’s the Viper I love so much; I think to myself and laugh. He’s such an asshole, I swear.
It takes me an hour to help get everything in the building into a semblance of order so we’re good for tomorrow, get my make-up taken off, and clothes put on so that I can walk outside.
As I’m coming through the metal door, I see Viper leaning against my car talking to Sparrow and another man that I can’t remember the name of.
“About time,” he gripes, as I slide my arms around his waist.
“You could always hire someone to come in and do all the closing work. Then you wouldn’t have anything to bitch about,” I mumble sleepily, as I lay my head against his chest.
“Yeah. Probably should think about doing that soon,” he sighs, more than likely annoyed with having something else to take care of.
Tapping me on my ass he says, “Let’s get out of here.”
“I’m going to run through a drive-thru and grab something to eat first. I’m starving,” I inform him, moving backward out of his way.
“No, you ain’t. We got shit to eat at the house,” he slings over his shoulder, as he climbs on his bike.
That’s what he thinks. I want some damn tacos and I’m going to stop and grab some. “We’ll see,” I say as I’m climbing in my car, and I can’t help but giggle when I hear him growl before I shut the door.
Thirty minutes later, I’m following behind him through the gates and up the gravel road toward his house.
He was giving me pissed-off looks the whole time I was in Sombreros’ drive-thru, so I know that he’s going to be bitching at me as soon as I step out of my car.
Throwing my vehicle in park, I toss my keys in my purse and grab my stuff just as Draven is opening my door.
As I’m climbing out, he takes my bags from me and ushers me up the steps and into his house.
“Go change, baby, so you can eat, and we can get some sleep,” Draven suggests as we move through the living room.
“Alright,” I reply, quickly jogging up the stairs to his bedroom and kicking off my shoes before changing into one of his T’s. When I come back downstairs, I lunge at him when I find the rat bastard eating my tacos.
“Babe! Those are mine,” I whine, jumping and trying to grab my taco from his hand that he’s raised high above my head. He thinks he’s funny, teasing me because I can’t reach it.
“They’re really good too.” He’s laughing at my pitiful attempt to overpower him.
“Please,” I pout, sticking my lip out, and that’s all it takes before he’s handing me my taco and giving up the bag with the rest of them that he hid in the microwave above the stove.
“Love you, shithead.” I grin once I have my food back in my possession.
“Yeah,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around me from behind and hiding his face in my neck, making me giggle with how uncomfortable hearing those words make him. I don’t care, I’m not taking them back.