Chapter One
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The club was alive and the atmosphere electric, men watched women like hungry animals eying up a juicy piece of steak. Women and men dressed in scraps of leather, some were dancing seductively in giant iron cages, while others ground against each other on the dancefloor while sultry music played from the speakers.
I, however, stood behind the bar, ignoring punters as they blatantly flirted with me, most were regulars but there were the occasional newbies that I'd never seen in Losta before.
"Hello there boys, how can I help you this evening?" I asked sweetly while leaning on the polished counter, giving my two favourite customers – Luc and Darius – a clear view down my black shirt. "I could think of one thing." Luc reciprocated, not hiding the fact he was openly ogling my breasts as he too leant against the bar, his eyes level with mine.
I smacked his arm before straightening myself and asked Darius, "What about you, gorgeous? See anything you like?"
My flirtatious tone made him smirk, he chuckled lightly and his smirk turned into a genuine smile as he reminded me of the terrible truth "Oh sweetheart, you know I bat for the other team. Although I'm certain Lucian here wouldn't mind giving you his sole attention." "Oi!" Luc exclaimed, I've known these boys all my life, I grew up with Luc, Darius, and Luc's older brother, and one thing I've learnt is NEVER call Luc by his full name. He hates it.
"You haven't seen my brother anywhere, have you?" I shook my head 'no' as I poured out Luc and Darius' usual drinks.
Leviathan Turner was every woman's wet dream. Yes I've known the guy since we were in diapers, but I'm not blind, or a nun. I know a good thing when it's stood right in front of me, whether it's one of my best friends or not. His eyes were a glistening shade of crystalline blue, his dark – almost jet black – hair swept across his forehead, he had very nicely defined shoulders, a trim waist, a set of delicious washboard abs, a panty dropping smirk, two full sleeves of tattoos and the personality to match.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the double doors swing open revealing the man himself.
Levi was wearing a pair of tight black jeans which hugged both his thighs and ass to utter perfection, his chest was covered in a thin, white, cotton t-shirt which clung to his torso and showed off the ink he had spiralled around his arms, and on his feet he wore a pair of combat boots similar to my own. "Speak of the devil." I chuckled as soon as Levi reached the bar.
"What have you been saying about me Adrienne? Nothing bad I hope." Levi said with his signature smirk, his tone flirtatious. "Of course not," I replied, my tone matching his perfectly "why would I do such a thing?" Levi simply grinned before raking his eyes over the multiple women in the club wearing their skin tight leather attire.
My shift behind the bar was drawing to a close so I'd be able to relax with my friends in a few short minutes. I turned to Darius while Levi and Luc talked amongst themselves "How's Connor?" Darius groaned and dropped his head onto the counter top while I wiped a glass with a tea towel, Darius had a new hunk on his arm every other month. Not in a slutty way, in a the-relationship-didn't-work-out way. "Oh no, what happened?" I asked, setting down the glass and towel.
Before he could tell me anything a woman perched herself on the stool beside him, I had to bite the inside of my cheek as I watched her flirt with him endlessly.
I giggled as he excused himself to the bathroom. "You find something funny, bitch?" The woman snapped at me, I looked up from pouring Luc another drink and said to her with a grin, "Yes actually." Both Luc and Levi were watching our exchange with amused expressions, "What is it? You want him for yourself, huh? Is that it?" "She wishes." Luc murmured under his breath with a chuckle, I flicked the towel at him to shut him up, he made a pouting face which made a smile spread across my face.
