Trouble

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1

"𝐴 𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑...

𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡..."

Katherine's Pov

I round the counter, amidst Ramon telling me to get him another shot. The bar was filled with people and

I snorted, glaring at Ramon who walked to the counter and sat on a chair. "You're acting bitchy tonight, what's up?" He asked, cocking a brow.

I said nothing. Hell! I was tired. I wasn't the bitch who signed up for any of this.

Fuck! I was tired.

"When I talk to you." He mumbled in the deadliest tone he could muster. "You answer me."

"Here's your drink." I passed the drink to him and he grabbed it.

"You're working till midnight, you cûnt." He glared.

And that was it.

"Look here Ramon," I called him back, and he turned holding the most evil glare I'd ever seen.

That was his problem.

"I'm not your worker. You were just asked to look over the Bar tonight. You can't tell me to do things. This isn't your Bar." I pointed out to him, watching his brows knit to a deep frown and then he walked away.

Good riddance.

"Hey, pretty girl."

"What's your order, I'm fucking busy." I wasn't going to entertain anyone today. I was fucked up tired and the fact that Cray wasn't around to help was devastatingly frustrating.

"Who got you fuzzing?"

"White Margarita, right?" I asked, passing the drink which he grabbed and send me a wink before walking away.

Good riddance, once again.

The bar got unbearably full, I wanted to leave.

To leave for a place without headaches and peace, and my crampy apartment got all that.

I was feeling dizzy, It probably was the alcohol from the wine I had taken earlier or maybe from the smoke of cigarettes that danced in the air... whatever it was got me holding my throat like some bitch drawing some cock down her throat.

My phone lit up and I reached for it but stopped in my track as Jones grabbed the phone immediately.. chuckling like some Joker who had stepped out from the children's museum booklet.

"Give that back, ain't got the time to shuffle." I glared at him.

"Maddy." He read.

If Maddy was calling, that means she had what I wanted.

Earlier that week, I contacted Madison. My bitchy friend who made money seems like something she picks at Snow Hill.

Well, once upon a time I was that little naive girl that lived in Snow Hill. A town just outside the city of New York. Madison was my roommate, we weren't friends but as time went on, we became close. We were both poor but things changed when she began to work in New York.

She would come home at night and she would bring in dollars. Many dollars.

I was so convinced that New York paid a lot, and I decided to give it a try. My first work was awful, with an ugly boss, ugly kids, and ugly pay.

And then I began to work here. Although the bar didn't pay much, it was better than nothing.

"Here." He tossed the phone and I grabbed it before it could hit the counter.

"Fucker."

"Someone is coming." He mumbled, grabbing a glass.

"VIP?"

"If Thatcher called to inform me about this mysterious person, then I'm sure he's VIP." He nodded, as I poured a bottle of Bacardi into his glass.

"And I'm taking care of this person, right?" The words left my mouth like bitter lemon. Although they would give me a few tips.

"Yes." A smirk formed on his face.

Jones wasn't that Handsome but he was good. But there was no way I'd fuck someone from work.

"I think he's here." He dropped the glass. "I'll send them through the back door. Please put that scowl away." He said and brushed his palm on his trousers and walked away.

I was left thinking about this new VIP. The bar wasn't that famous and the VIPs we had were just low-medium businessmen. Yes, I did say low medium.

I signaled to Ramon to come closer and he did.

"Talk quickly." He scowled. "I was two seconds in screwing that cûnt."

"Well, that cûnt has to wait 'cause I gotta run some errands to the VIPs," I said and the scowl deepened.

The motherfucker.

"You've got to be kidding." He chuckled. "No, I'm not." I pointed out. "Call Jones to come over, I'm not staying behind that counter." He said.

"Why? Cause it would make you seem a little less than what you are?" I raised a brow. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" He glared and towered over me.

"Calm your horse down, Ramon and come sit behind the counter," I said, pulling off the apron I had on me and throwing it in his face.

A victorious smile formed on my lips, as I rounded the counter.

••

When I got to the VIP room, Jones was about to leave. He stopped when he spotted me.

"This is Katherine and she will be attending to you." He said and walked away..not after bowing?

Who were these guys?

I gave them the best smile I could muster. If Jones could bow to these people, I better not piss them off. My tip depended on how well I served them.

Was I bowing too?

The blonde winked at me and pressed his firm hands on the couch and leaned forward.

His eyes had those glints..or should I say amusement on them.

"Turn around, sweetie. I wanna see how.. ouch!" He winced and rubbed his arm.

"The lady is not complaining, Enzo. Is she?" She faced me with another wink.

"Don't mind him, Dante acts childish sometimes." The dark-skinned guy who was called Enzo spoke and smiled at me.

I swallowed as my eyes lowered to what was on the table slab. It was a gun. A metal powerful enough to put a man six feet under.

And this man was telling me not to mind? I would mind! I want to mind!

"It won't bite." He chuckled, looking down at the gun.

These men were anything but businessmen.

I heard the door open but I remained rooted.

"The man of the hour." The blonde chuckled.

I was feeling tired! Very tired!

"Are your feet aching, Miss Thawne?" A deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I whirled to see the man I feared the most....

Holy cow!

TBC