Alex

Chapter Seven

Rosie

A group of men dressed in leather and biker boots stormed the restaurant. They were in black leather jackets, with a cutoff jacket on top with the words The Sinners in dark blood red with a skull behind the words.

There were about fifteen of them and the sound of the motorcycles revving reminded me of the day they stormed the town. I found myself growing nervous as they crowded the empty tables, and sat down. I saw them pull out their guns and place them right on top of the table.

Some were playing poker and drinking while others were drinking and having dinner. Alex, Aries, and two other men that I'd never seen were sitting at the VIP table as they drank and smoked.

It was a busy night, so all hands were on deck, the girls louder and more flirtatious as they pranced and giggled as they went from table to table.

I was currently working on the bottom level, thankfully nothing scary or intimidating, but so far the bikers have been nothing but polite and sweet. They weren't groping me or harassing me, come to think of it, they weren't touching any of the waitresses.

They were oddly polite as they ordered, drank, smoked, or even laughed. It's not like the restaurant was reserved for them, because we had regulars sitting at their tables, enjoying their dinners and entertainment as well.

Zeke had to bring in some backup because the bar was incredibly busy and hectic, and along with the bikers drinking beer like no tomorrow, I was surprised we weren't out. I grabbed my orders on my trays and walked over to the table of rowdy men in suits.

They've been touchy and flirty, and honestly just childish as I catered to their stupid needs all night. I just wanted my shift to finish so I could go home and scrub their smells and touches off my body. I've been working too many back-to-back shifts.

They felt never-ending and exhausting, and if I'm being honest my face hurt from how hard I was smiling. I didn't need those tips as much since my father's bills were paid, but some of my customers got way too used to my flirtatious attitude.

I couldn't give it up now because I didn't need complications. I set their food down, and then their drinks, before looking at them politely.

"Anything else boys before I go?" I asked and bit back a grimace when I felt a hand at the back of my thigh, his fingers skirting up and toying with the hem of my skirt. "You lookin' for something?"

I turned to the man responsible. I didn't make a move or let him know I was uncomfortable. I just stared at him.

"Thinking might just skip dinner and go straight to dessert." He said, offering me a wink and the men around him whistled in encouragement.

"And you think you could afford it? Me?" I asked, leaning down.

His hand successfully cupped my ass and I wanted to throw up from that vile touch. "Walking around like this, you're cheaper than hookers in the streets."

His fingers dug into my ass, and I winced.

"I could just bend you over like the slut you are, and my friends and I can just have a turn each. You'd probably cry and act like you wouldn't like it."

I reached over and in less than a second, my hand was twisting his hand off my ass and my other hand slammed his head on the table. I kept him there as I twisted his arm. He screamed and tried to fight me off, but I just pushed him back down.

This is where I would silently thank my father for putting me in self-defense classes when I was a child growing up because sometimes I didn't carry my pepper spray around and I had to get crafty.