Hopelessly devoted

The Barmaid

Isabelle's POV:

I stepped out of the car after Marco had parked, stepping out of Aleksandr's grasp slightly rubbing against his area, that i could already feel harder against me the rest of the car journey.

He groaned as I reached out to grab Evas hand who was in the middle, helping her get out of the car, making sure she didn't touch the man trying to compose himself in the seat in the way of her.

Eva was out of the car as Aleksandr went to get out before I shut the door in his face, linking arms with Eva and strutting straight towards the door, not having to line up, because it was Marcos club.

I approached the bar, going to get me, Eva and Marco drinks, not getting the brothers anything, not actually knowing what they wanted. Maybe if I knew what they liked I would have got them a drink. Scratch that, I would have asked them to seem nice and just not gotten it for them.

"Just the usual please Tommy." Asking the bartender who usually served us for our drinks.

He got them done straight away, and handed them over to me. 2 Porn star martinis and a diet coke. All on a tray so I wouldn't drop them. He did always used to offer to just bring them over to us, but I never trusted anyone but the three of us with our drinks. I know I know Tommy, but just incase, or even if he was distracted for one second, someone could slip something in at any moment.

I turned to walk away not giving him money for the drinks, but just a 5 £20 notes, as a tip for him, like always.

"A little more than

I mean it was Marcos club anyway, Tommy was getting paid the same either way, drinks for free or not, it was Marcos who would have a problem if anything, but obviously he never did, it's his own drink. But we would give him a little money at the start of the night as tips for the rest of the night.

As he put the money into his pocket, I heard an unfamiliar, bitter voice pipe up.

"Are you seriously giving drinks away for free? This is only my second shift, and even I knew were not allowed to do that. What would the owner think?" She approached me rudely, eyeing me up and down. I looked over towards Tommy, who looked mortified and knew what I was like, smirking at him, putting the tray back on the table,

"Is she being serious" I asked thinking it was a joke, because who did she think she was talking to like that. Not me baby

"Yes i'm being serious, who do you think you are, you are going to influence other people to think they don't need to pay, and put the club and owner out of business."

"Hmm, that's very unlikely, seeing as I know the owner, and even if this club goes out of business, he never will." I spitefully replied back, starting to loose my temper.

"Yeah that's what they all say. Pay up bitch." This fake blonde bitch started to get up in my face, giving me a dirty look.

"How about I give you a tip to? Would that help you?" Her face lit up a little bit.

I grabbed the back of head, securing my hand around her hair, smashing her head onto the bar countertop, making it shake, vibrating all the drinks. Bringing her head back up, looking into her eyes. "Watch your dirty mouth, that's your tip. Bitch." I hissed through my teeth.

Marco walked over to us, i didn't even need to explain myself he just looked at me, and used his fingers to tell security to come over. "Get her out boys."

"Oh my god, boss, thank you so much, this crazy lady banged my head against the bar, get her out."

She looked satisfied until she realised the security were making their way to her and not me, looking confused, she shouted out. "Wait what did I do wrong, she was the one who hurt me." Begging, screaming and kicking her legs. Marco just looked at me and i looked up at him smirking while he shook his head and made his way over to tommy to ask him for another round.

Before I could join the conversation between the two, in the corner of my eye, I saw the three boys talking to Eva and looking in my direction.

As soon as they realised i'd seen them staring at me, they all smiled at me. and one of them giving me a wink, although not remembering which one it was.

Looking down at their hands, I realised they had different coloured bracelets. This was going to help me immensely tonight.

I recognised the yellow one to be Aleksandr, as I saw in when i was on our brief altercation on the car journey.

I walked over, smiling as i was doing so.

"Lyubov." One of them said nodding their head. Recognising it to be Dimitri, the oldest triplet. As that's what he called me earlier and looking down he had a blue braclet on. But just to confirm i asked.

"You are Dimitri?" I said obviously questioning myself, but he just nodded and smiled like he was impressed at me for remembering.

The process of elimination, just meant the last one, was the middle triplet, which he had a green one on.

We stood in silence for a while not knowing what to talk about, until Marco came over with all of our drinks, holding bourbon on the rocks for the three boys, them all drinking the same thing.

Me and Eva downed our drinks before she pulled me onto the dance floor, grinding against my front, while I took control, letting my body feel the music, and feel the flow.

I always had the best time with this girl.