Chapter 5

Even as I stood behind the bar serving drinks, I couldn’t get my mind off the warehouse. Sofia and I had gone to see it the day before, and it had been better than the pictures portrayed it to be. Plenty of space, with rooms on the inside already divided by walls.

The loft upstairs spanned the entire length and width of the building, which gave me over three thousand square feet of space to set up a new home for myself.

I could see everything as I walked into that place: the themed rooms with different sets of outfits, a room where Sofia and I could work on fixing up other people’s items, a shoe room, and a boot room.

We could set up a denim room and a leather room, and another room for women’s nightgowns and extras to spice up their hookups and shit. It made me both thrilled and impatient for this new venture ahead.

And putting an offer in on the place meant I was one step closer to my dream.

We told the realtor of offer we wanted to put on the place: ten thousand below the asking price, at one hundred and forty thousand. She said she would put it in and get back to us on what the owner said, but she had a feeling he would be more than willing to offload the burden onto us.

The building wasn’t a burden. The building was a beacon for a new life Sofia and I could make for ourselves.

“Five beers, please.”

I was pulled from my thoughts by a familiar voice. When I looked up, I was met with those dreamy icy blue eyes and shaggy black hair. I grinned as Lucas stood in front of me, his chiseled physique leaning against the bar.

“Fancy seeing you again,” I said, grinning. “Five beers? Aren’t there only three of you?”

“Nope,” Lucas said.

I watched as four other men appeared at Lucas sides. They were all wearing the same leather jackets, and they were indeed navy blue. They each had a different shade of piercing blue eyes, ranging from Lucas icy gaze to Matteo deep ocean blues.

I nodded toward Mike as he bowed his head to me, but there were two men I didn’t recognize, though they looked like the rest of them.

Except these two were identical fucking twins. Could this family get any fucking hotter?

“I don’t think we’ve met yet,” one of the twins said. “I’m Nico.”

“And I’m Michael ,” said the other.

“It’s nice to meet you both, and now I see why Lucas here needed five beers,” I said.

“Yep. He said he was going to get the drinks tonight, but I didn’t realize he was also going to be hogging the most beautiful girl in this room,”  Nico said.

“And we weren’t going to let Lucas have all the fun tonight,” Michael said.

“Well, I see charm runs in the family. What kind of beer do you guys want?”

“Got a special going?” Mike asked.

“Two fifty for all long-necked Coronas,” I said.

“Sounds good to me. Five Coronas, five limes, please, bella,” Matteo said.

Then, all five of them sat down at the bar in front of me.

“Five Coronas with lime coming up,” I said, still tingling all over from the sound of my name rolling off Matteo tongue.

As I looked around the bar, I noticed there were a lot of men in here with the same leather cuts. They had on the same navy-blue material, and I figured their entire club had come in for drinks. I slid beers to each of them and watched as their large, strong hands caught them languidly.

Five sets of long, thick fingers curled around their beers.

Fuck, there wasn’t a damn thing about these men that wasn’t attractive.

“So, I haven’t seen you guys around town,” I said.

“Our club is relatively new to the area. We all just came from a meeting,” Matteo said.

“I suggested this bar,” Lucas said.

“He’s the VP,” Mike said.

“Well, aren’t you important?” I teased with a smile. “What’s your club’s name?”

“Road Warriors,” Michael said.

“How long have you guys been out this way?” I asked.

About six months,” Nico said.

“Moved this way from the Lodi area,” Michael added.

“You been around Lucas Corner long?” Matteo asked.

“Born and raised,” I answered.

The conversation went on like that for a little while; we bantered back and forth as I ran from one end of the bar to the other serving the crowd.

The twins, Nico and Michael, didn’t stay for very long. They finished their Coronas, then got up and left. I was disappointed they had gone so quickly, but they left me a twenty-dollar bill for their measly beer.

Each.

“Hell of a tip,” I said as I shoved the bills into my pocket.

“Hell of a woman,” Lucas said, grinning.

“So, what’s a woman like you doing working in a bar like this?” Mike asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You’re obviously intelligent. You can keep up a conversation. I’m sure your dream isn’t to work in a bar your entire life,” Lucas said.

“I’d be interested to know why you started working in a bar in the first place,” Matteo said.

“Okay, okay. One at a time,” I said, giggling. “I started working here

when I was young.”

“We catch your drift,” Luca said.

“It was a job. I hated school and didn’t want to go, and my mother couldn’t have cared less. I was hired here as a bartender with absolutely no training, but it gave me the money I needed to save up for my store.”

“Your store?” Matteo asked.

“Yeah. I’m opening my own biker clothing shop. Maybe have a clothing line, eventually. I figure with all the clubs here and in the surrounding area, I can drum up a pretty decent sized clientele and make a good living for myself. Plus, it gets me out of my mother’s house.”

“What’s wrong with your mother’s house?” Matteo asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Well for starters, my mother lives there,” I commented, at which all the guys laughed.

I didn’t offer any other explanation, and they seemed to sense that I wouldn’t, so they didn’t pry What kinds of clothes would you want to sell in your shop?” Mike asked.

“Demin and leather. Maybe a little bit of lace for the ladies. I also want to have an area in the store where people can drop their stuff off to get fixed. Tailored or patched up or whatever,” I said.

“That’s good. That’s a necessity that’s hard to find,” Jacob said.

“Exactly! Thank you! Someone who finally gets it,” I said.

“Of course, we get it,” Matteo said.

His voice rushed fire through my veins. All of them turned me on in.some way: Lucas with his low voice and his sincerity, and Mike with the childish glint in his eye.

Matteo was stern and quiet. Lucas seemed rough around the edges and no doubt a fucking freak in the sack.

I thought about what it would be like to fuck every one of them. Take them each a different way and watch them as they came.

I took a couple of shots with them, and that really loosened me up, and soon my mind was running away from me in ways that made me blush.

“Thinking of anything interesting?” Lucas asked.