Page 134 of Savior
“I think you should worry a little less about who I’m tapping, and worry a little more about who’s tapping Vanna’s little sister tonight.” Viking says, nodding his head towards the back of the bar.
Giuliana is bent over a pool table, with some young buck I haven’t seen in here before, teaching her how to shoot a combo. That leather clad ass, backed fully up against his crotch.
“Fuck me.”
“The way she was looking at you, she probably would.” Viking scoffs.
“Don’t even joke like that.”
“It’s not a joke. Watch your ass with that one. She’s trouble, Dean.”
“As if I’d ever cheat on Vanna.” I find myself resenting him a little for even insinuating it.
“I know you won’t. But if you do, I’ll hurt you.”
I smile to myself, that resentment dissipating. Viking defending Vanna is a very welcome turn of events. Getting off the bar stool, I head towards the back of the bar to end this little bump and grind with my future sister-in-law.
“Alright, time to break this little lesson up.” I say as I approach Giuliana. The guy who’s already fallen in love with her for the night, glowers at me.
“You had your chance to teach me.” She smirks. “Don’t act all jealous now because you missed your chance.”
I chuckle disingenuously. “Jealousy has nothing to do with this, doll.” I say, leaning closer to her to speak more quietly in her ear. “You’re playing with fire, and you’re gonna get burned.”
“Yo, she don’t want you, bro.” The young buck takes what I’m sure he thinks is an intimidating step towards me, but I don’t move.
Giuliana bites her lip and glances up at me with a devious little smirk, and I know that fucking look. Lucinda used to pull this shit all the time with me in bars and biker parties. She loved getting dicks hard and starting fights between her admirers. She got off on making me jealous and watching me kick guys’ asses over her. I used to wonder if she liked the taste of my blood, when we’d fuck afterwards.
Fucking succubus… She probably did.
If Giuliana wasn’t Vanna’s sister, I’d just walk away. But she is, and so I can’t. “Come on, doll.” I smile back at her, maybe I can charm her into compliance. “Let’s go take that bike ride.”
“My song hasn’t played yet. And I want to dance.” She smiles, straightening as she turns to rest her ass up against the pool table now, her eyes shifting to the back of the bar. “Up there.”
The fuckin’ striper pole. Great.
“Fuck yeah, why wait? Get up there now.” The guy encourages her, throwing back his shot and slamming it down on the edge of the pool table. I glance at it to make sure it didn’t leave a mark. He’s lucky. However, that lack of respect for my establishment makes it a whole lot easier not to give a fuck about his future patronage. He won’t be back after tonight, regardless how this plays out.
“Grab your shit, let’s go.” I say to her, taking a different approach now. Something flickers behind her dark eyes as her body tenses, and though I honestly didn’t mean to glance, I can’t help but notice the two little peaks in her top becoming more defined.
Fuck. I’ve got a brat on my hands. And this one is spoiled rotten.
She hands the pool stick back to the young buck, her eyes never leaving me as she takes a few defiant steps towards the pole.
“Yeah baby, get up there!” he slaps her on the ass, hard enough to hear it over the music, and I can tell it startled her. I’m not quite sure she’s used to toying with the type of men surrounding her now. I’m guessing not. But she’s about to learn that the type of men who frequent biker bars, are a far cry from the polo wearing chumps she’s used to in her fancy country clubs.
“That’s strike two.” I warn him. “Touch her like that again, and I’ll break your fucking hand.” I stare him down for a moment, before shifting my gaze back to Giuliana. Making sure she’s looking me in the eyes, I sternly tell her, “You’re leaving with me. Now.”
She actually listens this time, taking another few steps towards me, when he steps into her, bumping her back up against the pool table with his body.
I’m out of patience. Gently taking her by her arm, I start to lead her back towards the door, when I feel the atmosphere suddenly shift in an instant, just before something hard and thin, whacks across my shoulder blades.
Reflexively, I spin and snatch the now broken que stick, surprising the punk and ripping it from his grasp. Cracking him in the jaw with it, only hard enough to stun him, I shove him back, knocking him up against the pool table as I jam the jagged end up against his throat.
“That, was strike fuckin’ three, dip shit.” I growl in his face. Before his buddies can jump in and attempt to rescue him, Viking, Axel and three prospects surround us.
“Try something.” Viking taunts the prick’s pals, cracking his knuckles. “I’m fuckin’ bored.”
The young buck rubs his jaw for a moment, then shifts his gaze from me, back to Giuliana. “I’ll fight this fuck, if you come home with me tonight.” He says to her, and I have to chuckle at his gall.
