“You’re too fucking young to be here,” Mikey said, shaking his head and walking away.
There was nothing for her to say. She sat down, sipped her drink, and waited for more work to be done. It wasn’t over until she was ordered to go to her room. Any of them could order her to go there. None of the men hurt her physically. Sometimes they called her names, but she was used to that. Name calling was nothing new to her. Biting her lip, she tapped her hand on the counter wishing she was anywhere but at the bar.
“Why do you keep her around if she’s no one?” A dyed blonde sat at the bar laughing up at Nash. The blonde was Kate, and Angel had gone to school with her. Nash, one of the members, sat beside her.
“She’s business, baby. Keep your little nose out of it.”
“How can Angel be business? She’s fat. A fatty frumpy bitch.”
Angel cringed. She hated her name. Her mother had felt she was an angel seeing as she wasn’t supposed to have ever gotten pregnant according to the doctors. So her mother had decided to name her “Angel” to celebrate.
Nash grabbed Kate’s neck, roughly.
“It’s business. You want to last around here then you keep that mouth open for other things besides talking, like my dick. Got it?”
Kate smiled adoringly at him even as Angel winced from the rough way he was treating her. The women really loved it here, and she didn’t get it. Her parents were never violent to each other. She’d seen the way the bikers had treated women, and she never wanted to be on the receiving end of their attention. The “old ladies” never got such treatment. They were the few women who were not treated like convenient holes, and she’d never seen any of the married men with another woman.
Angel tried her hardest to stay unnoticed. She was one of the few big women who worked inside the club. Cringing at her own thoughts directed at her body, Angel tried to blank out their conversation.
“I’m good with my mouth,” Kate said, licking a line up the side of his face.
“Get her away from my bar.” Micky shoved Kate’s arm off the counter so the woman went sprawling to the floor.
“Mikey, what the fuck?” Nash cursed the barman then left the bar. Mikey was old school and demanded respect.
“You’re just going to let him do that to me?” Angel heard the other woman whining as Nash did everything he could to push her away.
“He’s one of the original members. Shut your trap if you don’t want to cause a problem.”
When they were far enough away Angel glanced up to see Mikey stood beside her. She twirled the straw in her glass and tried her best not to look away. Even with Mikey’s advanced years he had the ability to be frightening, or at least to her he was.
He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back to look at him. There was nothing sexual in his touch. Mickey seemed to look at her with parental affection, which she didn’t understand.
“You may be here because of your deadbeat dad, but don’t let anyone ever make you feel less than you are. Angel, you’re a beautiful, young woman, and if I was twenty years younger I’d make a play for you. As it is, I’m not, but don’t let a dirty fucker ruin you.”
He tapped her cheek and walked away. Angel frowned, wondering what had made him speak such words to her.
Sipping on her drink Angel closed her eyes wishing she was anywhere but inside the club.
****
If Angel kept sucking on her straw Lash wasn’t going to be able to control the urge to claim her. He’d been watching her for a long time, and he’d done everything in his power to protect her from her own father. Still, club rules were club rules, and if he didn’t make a play for her soon it was only a matter of time before someone else did, or Tiny collected the debt sending Angel back out into the town alone.
He didn’t like the thought of her alone out in the world without him. There were too many men to keep away from her.
His brother, Nash, stumbled over toward him. Nash’s jeans were partially open, and he knew Kate had given Nash a blow job in the last few minutes.
“What’s up with you?” Lash asked, turning his attention back to Angel. Mikey was keeping an eye on her and always did when she was working the bar.
“I’m good, man. I just got my dick sucked, and the bitch swallowed. No mess and I can walk away. I love women who don’t want forever. That shit is always a drag.” Nash folded his arms looking proud.
Where his brother wasn’t looking for commitment, Lash was staring at commitment across the bar. He turned his attention back to his woman. Angel was completely out of place in The Skulls bar. She would be out of place as his old lady, too, but she was the woman he wanted and intended to keep. Angel’s long chestnut brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, but the locks looked silken as they glistened in the light. He’d not had the pleasure of touching her hair or her body, but he would. Lash wasn’t going to let that opportunity pass. Her body was also out of place in the bar. She was the only real woman with large tits, thick hips and thighs, and a small waist. Most of the women were slim with fake breasts or nothing in that department to rave about. Looking at Angel had Lash’s cock thicken with renewed need. He wasn’t a small man at all. Being over six feet tall with plenty of muscle he needed a woman to be able to take him.