The Irish Tattooist

Chapter 18

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Hammer's words spun in my head more than I cared to admit. And the man himself was constantly there, at every place I turned with a suggestive quip ready on his tongue. To be honest, I was glad I wasn't sleeping at home, because the women that left in the morning were less than....quiet. Viper always grumbled about it, Ringer always complained to me about it, and Hammer just bragged. 

I don't understand how fucking a lot was meant to be attractive. The man was probably a hive for bees of disease. That did not stop women from coming into the pub or parlour constantly, to get their own glimpse and hopefully a ride on the Herculean man. 

Right now was one of those times. 

"Heya girlfriend" Said a woman I had never talked to before, leaning over and giving me a good eyeful of her cleavage. Lovely. "Wanna help a girl out and get the number of your friend over there?" 

"No. Get it yourself" This might be considered rude, but the constant flirting and using happened too often for me to care anymore. This was titty woman number thirty seven in two days. She brushed a hand through her hair and pouted. "I know he wants a piece of you, but can't you share?" 

I rolled my eyes and looked to the ceiling, exhaling slowly. "I said no. Get it. Your fucking. Self" 

The woman spat on the bar and turned to leave, before my hand was on her arm and bringing her back with a hard pull. I pointed to the spit glob and raised a brow. 

"Clean it" 

The woman tried to wrench herself free, but that only tightened my grip. "Fuck you bitch." Why did people always go to those insults? There are other things to insult people with. She could have insulted my crooked nose, big lips or piercings, but she chose the cliche. 

She deserved no mercy. I pounced over the bar and grabbed her nape, pushing her face onto the serving bar in one swift movement. A startled cry shocked the people who weren't already watching, and they all tuned in. As well as a certain green eyed guy behind me. 

"I said, fucking clean it. Don't spit in here if you aren't going to clean it up- better yet don't spit just because you're too horny to function as a polite human being" 

The woman shook under my palms, already crying. I rolled my eyes and let her go, telling Ringer to get her out of the pub. 

"I have the biggest boner right now" 

Again, what a romantic. I ignored Hammer and carried on pouring drinks for the patrons. Most of Viper's men were here tonight, others were back at home and watching over the place. I was on pub duty tonight since one of the part timers couldn't make it. And then someone else backed out- guess who was the only other person with bar tending experience? 

You was right. 

I turned quickly, going to get some spirits, when my feet slid out from under me. I braced myself for the fall, when a pair of steel arms circled around me, pulling my back upright. I opened my eyes and found a concerned looking Hammer. 

"You alright?" 

The door slammed at the entrance. "She's fine" An angry voice ground out, silencing everyone in the room in a second. I would know that voice anywhere. I jerked myself out of Hammer's arms and vaulted the bar, sprinting to my man.