The Brethren

Chapter 2

I was in the storage room getting more whisky when they pulled in so i didn't hear them. As I was walking down the hall back towards the bar I heard a voice I didn't recognize yell "where is the fucking bar tender Blade?" I hurried almost at a run and since I had been on bartending duties since I was 12 just kinda ran and jumped and slid across the bar even with my arms full of whisky. I heard a lot of whistles and claps and then realized the other charter was here.
My brother was glowering at every man in the bar when I noticed all our guys were doing the same. Then of course my brother had to yell that's my fucking sister you jackasses and if you fucking touch her I'll kill you. Every man in the bar shut their mouths I always forgot how respected my brother was or how much others feared him even the people within our own society.
I started serving up drinks trying not to meet anyone's eyes when I felt the hair on the back of my neck stick up and all of a sudden I was hyper aware of my surroundings. The voices got louder and I started feeling paranoid. My hands started to shake so I stepped back from the bar and finally raised my head and looked around. When I saw him I felt frozen he was staring straight at me like he could see through me and see all my secrets and insecurities. I couldn't look away no matter how hard I tried. He wasn't just handsome he was like a Greek God staring at me I suddenly felt very tiny and insignificant. His eyes were what held me captive tho they were piercing grey and soulless. I instantly felt my belly clench and my pussy drench. I squirmed under his gaze. Apparently I zoned out for more than just a few seconds my brothers best friend and Vice President Rage snapped me on the ass with a towel and broke my stare down with the handsome stranger. Rage was looking at me like I'd lost my mind and he followed my eyes to see where I was looking. When I glanced back at the handsome stranger he was glaring at Rage. Rage was looking at him with a contemplative look that I didn't like at all.
I broke the stare down between the two by asking Rage to help me until I got caught up with the drinks that needed to be served. He didn't say a word just started pouring drinks. He kept glancing at me and shaking his head so when we were completely caught up and just standing around I pulled him back a few steps and asked him what his problem was. He looked like he wanted to yell or laugh. He stared at me a minute and asked me if I new who that guy was that I was staring at. I told him no I didn't know him how could I. He told me that the handsome stranger was Brass and I swear I almost fainted. Everyone in our society new Brass, he was the most feared biker around and was a cold calculated assassin. I must of had a funny look on my face cause Rage handed me a bottle of Jack and said bottoms up.