All Chapters of My Five Forbidden Bikers : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Not tonight. I don’t need this shit tonight.What started out as a slow afternoon was quickly turning into a wild night at The Skull. In just five hours, I’d already yelled for the bouncers to break up three bar fights between drunken men fighting over purely senseless shit. I was losing my damn mind and voice.Unlike most evenings when I work through the chaos with polished grace, tonight’s serving of ridiculous crap was working my patience in a royal way.Thanks to the current state of my personal life I didn’t have the tolerance to deal with the bull that came with my bartending gig.Luckily though, I knew how to use the pistol stashed below the counter.Special announcement dicks, I’m not afraid to pull the bitch out.A low-key evening to help me get away from all the bullshit happening at home was all I asked. That’s what everyone was going to give me, whether they liked it or not.I’d worked at The Skull for a little over two years. It was the only place willing to hire someone

Did you know Booker started closing the bar on Sundays and Mondays?”“sofia, I haven’t had coffee yet. I can barely hold this damn cellphone up against my ear,” I said, groaning.“When did he start doing that?” Sofia asked.“Uh, it’s been a few weeks. Why?” I asked.“How the hell did I not know this?” she asked.“I honestly don’t know.”“Why didn’t you tell me the bar was closed when I told you I thoughtI worked today?”“Because we were swamped, and my mother was acting like a drunk maniac.”“Your mother is a drunk maniac.”Yes. We’re now closed Sundays and Mondays. Though I thinkBooker rents out the place sometimes Sunday nights. Maybe that’s why you thought you were working?” I asked.“Maybe. I don’t fucking know. All I know is the bar’s closed and I don’t have shit to do. Want to get lunch?” she asked.“What time is it?”“Two.”“In the afternoon?” I asked.“It’s light outside, so I’m assuming so.”“I can hear that fucking smirk,” I said.“I love you when you haven’t had coffee. I

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 pr