Commando
I heard Big D make the last call, but my mind was swimming. I’d had too much to drink again. The others were sitting around me, Slade was making some joke about King’s lack of tattoos. He only had one, of a cross; to match the cross he always wore around his neck.
I hadn’t been able to think about anything else all night, except redheaded Ava behind the bar. I’d watched her all night, following the way her ass moved underneath that denim skirt. Till Big D gave her the signal and I figured her shift was over. She had collected her things from the back of the bar and left, winding her way around the crowded tables. I had to do everything I could to not intercept her on her way.
She was still off limits.
“Guys, take yourselves home,” Big D had come up to our table and started collecting our bottles and glasses. The others started standing up, slightly unsteady on their feet and I blinked my eyes. Realizing now just how much I’d had to drink.
“I’m gonna crash upstairs,” I growled at nobody in particular and I strode up to one of the bunk rooms, feeling my way in the dark. I hadn’t even bothered to hear the others respond, I just needed to be alone.
In the dark, I crashed into one of
the beds, a bottle of beer still in my hand. I couldn’t get Ava out of my mind. I’d spent the whole night at war with myself, cursing my father under my breath for setting up this ridiculous rule.
Although, I was glad this rule existed because it kept her safely out of reach of everyone else. I’d have twisted the neck of anyone who even thought of going close to her. I was inches away from pulling out my gun at Mickey when he nearly touched her. How was I going to deal with watching her work at the bar every day, knowing that probably every other guy there was having the same thoughts as me? She was fresh and had an air of untouched virgin beauty about her. I could practically see the drool dribbling down the sides of their mouths.
I couldn’t stay awake much longer. The alcohol was seeping into my system, overtaking my senses and I found myself drifting into sleep. Still thinking about her and what her hair might smell like on my face, how tight her pussy was and how much of my cock would fit into her.
But that’s all I could do…just dream of her, because I couldn’t have her.
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Next morning Church was called. Elwood had called for it, and the entire MC was going to meet in the office at the back of the Lucky Lady downstairs.
Luckily for me, all I had to do was wash my face and go downstairs. It was still a pain getting out of the bed, dragging myself out when I could feel the throb in my head. My cellphone beeped with the alert that was sent out and all I wanted to do was smash it against the wall and go back to fantasizing about the redhead again.
Ava.
I’d blinked my eyes open to the thought of her. She felt real to me. I’d been thinking about her so hard that it felt like she could be in the same room as me right then. Those long pale slender legs, the curve of her hips, the stretch of her breasts underneath that black crop top. Her belly. Were her nipples pink or darker? I had woken up to the thought of sucking on one of them, squeezing her breasts till she squealed.
I had never woken up to the fantasy of a woman before. That was probably because I had never gone to sleep without having the girl I wanted. Ava on the other hand; I felt like I would never be completely satisfied. No matter how many times I had her, I would still want more.
By the time I reached downstairs, everyone had already assembled in the office around the big oak table that Dad liked to sit behind when he wanted to intimidate someone at a meeting. I was the last one to arrive, but I didn’t give a shit today.
“Thank you for gracing us with your presence,” Dad said, when I walked in through the door. Slade smirked and I ran a hand through my hair. I was hungover as fuck.
“Girth, you have the floor,” Dad said to him and he cleared his throat before speaking, his golden-brown eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“I staked out Mr. Hill’s pawn shop last evening. Commando asked me to because Mr. Hill was complaining that the Black Skulls have been paying him threatening visits lately,” he began to say.
I was standing in the middle of the circle of men, with my arms crossed over my chest. Dad was behind the desk with his fists on it, leaning himself over while he watched Girth with his narrowed eyes.
“Did you see anything?” Crawford was the one who asked, growing impatient and Girth shook his head.
“Nothing last night, but I have a bad feeling about it. Mahoney complained about the same thing last week and Mr. Hill said that some of the other businesses were shaken down too,” Girth continued and Dad looked up at me and I clenched my jaw.
“They might hit the shop again,” Girth said and I stepped forward.
“King and Girth should stake the place out for another night,” I said and Dad nodded.
“I was thinking the same thing,” King spoke up.
“What do you think they’re planning?” Slade asked and we all watched while Dad took in a deep breath.
“Whatever it is, we need to be prepared,” he said.
“Shoot on sight,” I said and there was silence for a few moments in the office. I knew I was being watched intensely by the others, just as much as they were watching Dad to see if he agreed.