Jade was Jack’s old lady, the two of them ready to settle down and start their family before he was taken from us. Every single one of us have vowed that Jade and her kid will never want for anything. They’re family, just as Jack was.
“She’ll come when she’s ready,” Shelley offers. “Gah, I can’t wait for all the cuddles!”
“Don’t forget the vomit and shitty diapers,” I add.
Jade giggles. “And you’ll be the first in line to learn how to change one,UncleKill.”
“Looking for to it, darlin’.” I press another kiss to her cheek. “I’m gonna get a drink, catch you guys later,” I announce before I turn for the bar.
“This’ll be interesting,” I hear Alex mutter behind me and I spin back around.
“What’ll be interesting?” I ask.
“Jett’s got himself a new waitress,” Drew says.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, you’ll never guess who.” Alex smirks, jutting out his chin as his eyes fall on something behind me.
I follow his eye line and I have to blink a few times to believe what I’m seeing.
What the fuck?
Kaia.
Kaia is here. And she’s working.
She’s busy wiping down an empty table with her back to me and my blood heats as my gaze drifts over her. Her skin tight blue jeans show off long, shapely legs and that luscious ass of hers. Her black top hugging every smooth curve of her body.
I want so badly to bend her over that table, rip her jeans down her legs and fuck her senseless, punish her for last night and maybe punish that smart mouth of hers by making her choke on my dick while I’m at it. The image alone makes my cock leak.
A smile tugs at my mouth at how easy it was to get under her skin last night. It wasn’t planned, but she rubbed me the wrong way and I couldn’t help myself. Granted, the fact that she clearly hates me puts a small kink in my plan to seduce her into bed with me, but the best rewards come to those who work for it.
She moves onto a table occupied by three men I’ve never seen in here before, clearing the empty bottles from their table.
Why the fuck would Jett hire her? I get the feeling there’s more to it than him just needing a new waitress, because why her? I know he wasn’t happy about my plan to use her against her father, and maybe this is his way of undermining it.
I’ll confront him later, right now, that’s not what angersme, it’s the wandering hand on Kaia’s lower back, slowly sliding south before coming to rest on her ass, giving it a squeeze.
Kaia’s body stiffens and she steps to the side out of his reach and his hand falls away from her. She leans over the table to reach for an empty bottle and the asshole’s eyes roam over her body, licking his lips before they settle on her ass.
His two friends exchange a glance and a smirk as he goes to grope her again and my feet are moving before my brain registers. I snatch his hand away before he has the chance to touch her, bending his wrist to the point where a flick of my hand means his wrist will snap like a twig. The fate of this prick’s left hand rests firmly in mine.
Kaia gasps beside me, one of the empty bottles slipping through her fingers, smashing on the floor at her feet.
“Touch her one more time you lose the left, I see you touch another woman without her consent again, you’ll lose the right. Understand?”
“Fuck, man. My hand!” The asshole cries out. His eyes go wide when they dip to my club’s patch stitched onto the left breast. “Fuck, I didn’t know, man. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know she was yours.”
She’s not.Yet. But I don’t bother to correct him.
After a long second, I release his hand and grip his jaw, bringing my face level with his. “You don’t touch her,” I growl before shoving his face away with a force that has him rocking backwards on his chair. “Now tip her and tell her you’re sorry for touching her.”
He pulls a stack of bills from his back pocket and places them on the table with a shaky hand. He doesn’t even bother to count them out as his eyes find Kaia. “I—I’m s—sorry Itouched you, I was just having a little fun, ya know?”
A little fun?I want to smash my fist in this fucker’s face and show him what funreallyis.
“Get out of my fucking sight,” I spit.
