Biker Boy Gunnar ✔️

Sixteen

Reign POV

          The waiter led us to a table in the far back. When we arrived at the table, Charlie and Bash set next to each other forcing me to sit next to Jensen who was eyeing anyone who even bothered looking in my direction.

"Can I start you off with anything to drink?" The waiter had her beach blonde hair pushed up into a high ponytail. A bright smile was plastered on her face, someone is a little too happy.

"Sprite." Charlie and Bash said in sync. They looked at one another and smiled.

"I'll have some a Coke," Jensen said as he gave the waiter one of his flirtatious smiles. He removed his arm away from around my shoulders allowing me to sit down in my chair followed by my brother and Charlie. "And your number."

       Charlie looked at me with a raised eyebrow. Her green eyes were trying to relay a message to me, you're just going to let him flirt with another woman? I shrugged which only caused her to frown and look between us like she was trying to solve a jigsaw puzzle.

"Sit your ass down Jensen." My brother peered up at Jensen from his seat. His teal colored eyes were unflinching as they locked onto Jensen dark brown eyes. They both were looking at one another daring the other to look away. The poor waitress was standing in complete confusion. Bash readjusted himself in his seat so he could let Jensen get a glimpse of the weapon he always carried.

Bash wouldn't shoot him in this crowded restaurant—outside in the alley adjacent to the building, sure—there is too many witnesses in here. I grabbed a hold of Jensen hand and tugged him into the seat beside me.

"Do you have Mountain Dew?" I questioned.

"No unfortunately we don't." She replied with a hesitant smile as she looked between Jensen and Bash.

Why do majority of restaurants never have Mountain Dew?

"Ok well I'll just have a glass of water with lemon." I replied with a warm smile.

"Alright," Her bright smile was back on her face regardless of the obvious tension at our table. "Here is your menus, I'll be right back with your drinks."

      She turned around and walked away. Jensen had interlaced our fingers regardless of my attempts to release his hand. His leg was pushed up against mine much to my discomfort. Charlie was whispering something into Bash ear most likely trying to calm him down. His intense eyes were still shooting bullet holes into Jensen body much to my amusement. Jensen was obviously uncomfortable because he was trying to use me as comfort. Instead of using the head in his pants he should've use the one on his shoulders.

     Of course my brother wasn't going to allow him to disrespect me. I looked down at our hands his pale one locked with my brown one. There was a time where I felt comfortable and safe in his hold now all I feel is an immense amount of hate and disgust. I hate him with a passion it's like a tsunami of rage consumes me whenever he's around. He knows, I hate him and for some sick reason he enjoys it. How can anyone take pleasure in knowing someone hates them with every fiber in their being?

"Charlie you look beautiful today," Jensen said as he released our hands and leaned against the table with both of his elbows placed on the edge of the table. "Almost as beautiful as my Reign."

"Jensen." My brother stated with an underlying of anger.

"Lighten up Morrow," Jensen said as he scowled and sat back in his chair. "You're being so uptight today. Charlie you need to give him some p—"