“Get me another beer,” he said, even though he was sitting at the bar.
I walked down a couple of steps to get the bartender’s attention. “Kris, give me a Coors Light for Bug, and I’ll take a vodka and Red Bull.”
While I was waiting for the drinks to arrive, I tried to figure out how to handle Bug. He’d only full-on beat me up a couple of times, but I was absolutely certain that he would if I pushed him far enough tonight. I wouldn’t look quite as pretty if he broke my nose or knocked my teeth out. I was going to have to be very, very careful.
“Thanks, honey,” I said to Kris as I picked up the drinks. “And here you are,” I told Bug as I handed him his beer. I’d decided that my best bet was going to be to stand next to Bug and keep my mouth shut for the rest of the evening.
I took a huge drink and looked around the room. A big group of people was clustered around one of the pool tables over near the jukebox, and I could hear Joker’s laugh from where I stood. I thought about asking Bug about Joker’s son, but I figured that anything I said could be taken the wrong way. Silence was probably safer.
Bug reached out and ran his hand over my ass, grabbed my waist, and pulled me closer to him. He loved to make it clear to his brothers that I was his property, and he could do anything he liked to me. He didn’t even look at me, but he ran his hands up until his hand was on my breast. He found my nipple and squeezed hard, making my eyes water just as he had that morning.
“She likes it when I give it to her rough,” he said to J.C.
I blinked back tears and stared off toward the bar, unwilling to make eye contact with anyone in the place. He slid his hand from my breast and slid it down, beneath my skirt, running his hands over the curve of my ass and tugging at the thong I wore.
“I think I need to see what you have on under this dress, you slut,” Bug said, again, looking at J.C. The expression on his face didn’t reveal arousal, but looked like cruelty. “Turn around,” he commanded.
I considered resisting, but I knew for sure that there wasn’t a soul in the place who’d back me up if Bug decided that he needed to put me in my place. I suppressed a sigh and silently turned around, facing the bar and presenting my backside to Bug and anyone who happened to look over.
Bug grabbed my hips and pulled me closer before he put both hands under my skirt and slowly slid it up, over my hips, exposing my ass, which happened to be completely uncovered since I’d worn the tiniest thong I could find. He ran his finger underneath the underwear and down the crack of my ass. I finally couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Do you like it, Bug? I wore these panties just for you.”
He reached up with his free hand and slowly pushed my shoulders toward the bar, and I could feel him moving my underwear aside before he inserted his finger inside me.
“Fuckin’ pussy is dry as the desert, you slut,” Bug said before releasing me.
Face burning in embarrassment, hoping that few people had seen Bug humiliate me, I pulled my dress back over my ass. I’d had it.
I knew better than to say anything publicly, but I couldn’t let Bug’s behavior go unchecked. I leaned over and whispered in his ear. “It’s only dry because you’re the one touching it, you pathetic piece of shit.”
Before he could grab me, I took off, practically running for the safety that I hoped to find in the bathroom.
And I ran straight into Luke.
Chapter 13
Luke
Joker had absolutely talked my ear off on the way to the club. I knew he’d had a few beers, but good grief, could the man run his mouth.
“So I told Moses, ‘You tell those motherfuckers that if they want their bikes back, then they can leave their money and guns at the door.”
Joker dissolved into laughter, and I wasn’t sure what to think. If half of the stories he’d told in the short time we’d been in the car were true, then he belonged in prison or some kind of badass hall of fame. I was trying to piece everything together, and as far as I could tell, Moses, his nephew, had been the closest thing to a son that Joker had ever had.
He couldn’t explain what Moses had been doing in the same room with a DEA agent, much less what circumstances had caused both of them to end up dead. Moses had been shot by the DEA agent, and Moses’ old lady — some girl called Max — had shot the agent to save her own life. Joker didn’t even seem to think twice about telling me about the illegal activities the Savage Sons had been involved in, chief among them a meth operation that apparently spanned all of northern Colorado and stretched into Wyoming as well. The prostitution had gone hand in hand with the drugs.