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&quot;Hey, come back here and make me a drink, doll.&quot; I can hear the demand in his voice, he&#039;s practically begging for me to submit, but I won&#039;t.<br /> I walk back, making him think he&#039;s getting his way. A coy grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, but I stop in front of him, leaning back against the other side of the bar. With a slow ease I cross my arms in front of me, expecting his gaze to dip to my chest that&#039;s now more pushed out in my tank, or even down to my legs in my short skirt, but his eyes remain locked on mine.<br /> &quot;I&#039;ve got a name,&quot; I say evenly. &quot;Learn to use it and you&#039;ll get your drink.&quot;<br /> His eyes flash. &quot;Nah, I like doll better.&quot;<br /> I shrug one shoulder, biting my bottom lip. &quot;Then I guess you&#039;ll be thirsty.&quot;<br /> —<br /> It was after ten on Friday night, The Bar was popping. By the capacity of people I was inclined to believe that every single person in Kettle&#039;s Bell was here tonight. Between the music and the people my ears were filled with a hum of activity. The place was alive. It was going to be a good night. Jeb was off on vacation with the newest Mrs, and TJ was in charge tonight. There was just something about working a place like this for a woman that was so much more satisfying than when you do it for a man. It was more empowering and less sleazy.<br /> At least a little.<br /> I was on a high, fixing drinks faster than I ever had, getting bigger tips that I&#039;d gotten in all of my shifts so far, and my song was on.<br /> I was in an untouchable zone.<br /> An hour earlier I&#039;d heard the terror bringing whisper of &quot;They&#039;re here.&quot; Being passed around the bar area. I didn&#039;t have to ask who to know. I&#039;d wondered how many days I&#039;d have to work before I finally got to see the ones all the stories are about. According to TJ, they came often, so I was admittedly a little curious at least when I got news they&#039;d finally decided to show.<br /> Keeping cool, still pretending to be focused on the washed up jock sitting in front of me at the bar I&#039;d scanned heads. No one new yet. I&#039;d been really ready to chalk it all up to small town gossip when finally I saw them.<br /> It wasn&#039;t hard to know it had to be them, the way the crowd split open for them like they were Gods. Six men brushed in the front door, all looking like they could break any person in this bar in two if they so pleased. Freakishly tall, unnervingly built, and covered in tattoos, they definitely made an entrance. They&#039;d broken off just inside the door, two heading over to the stairs, three moving to find a spot (not that it was hard since the full booth of people jumped out of their seats and practically ran away as they got near) by the center stage where Candy Crush was up on the pole.<br /> The last one came over to the bar, sitting just three stools down from jocky.<br /> &quot;Bourbon.&quot; He said, folding both of his hands on the bar top. He was handsome, not so much in the conventional way. His face was long and his beard was shaved up close to his jaw, very well-manicured. His hands were tattooed to look like skeletons and he smiled wickedly when he caught me looking. &quot;You like?&quot; He&#039;d asked and I had shrugged casually as I poured his drink.<br /> &quot;Pretty cool ink.&quot; I slid his drink to him with a smile.<br /> He took a long swig of the glass and then leaned forward on his elbows. &quot;You got any ink, new girl?&quot;<br /> &quot;Actually, it&#039;s Alyssa, but no.&quot; I reached under the bar for a sip of my water, but he continued to stare.<br /> &quot;How&#039;d you end up here?&quot; He asked after a minute, the question sounding strangely like an accusation, but I kept up the smile, popping the tops off of two beverages for the girls down the bar.<br /> &quot;Bad luck I guess.&quot; I winked and he pulled out a toothpick and stuck it in the side of his mouth, letting it dangle between his teeth.<br /> &quot;I&#039;d say.&quot; He&#039;d said, then like a harmless puppy, he&#039;d taken his drink to join the others, Becca chasing him down on his way. She called him Toby and was asking him where Daimon was at. I gathered from his clipped answer and her sad expression that tonight wouldn&#039;t be the night I got to meet this baddy bad leader of theirs.<br /> Their coolness had long since worn off since they&#039;d been here. No one was getting beat up, I didn&#039;t see any deals going down, and they were spending money left and right. I really didn&#039;t see the issue with these guys honestly. The one from earlier, Toby, had even gone and requested a song. To his credit, it was a bomb song.<br /> He&#039;d gone back over to the stage area, which was only a bit odd since he wouldn&#039;t even be able to hear it from there where the dancers had their own music, but I loved it, so I didn&#039;t question it a bit.<br /> It was getting closer and closer to midnight, the time it would really start to get crazy in here, and I enjoyed my moment of down time. I let my hips move to the music, closing my eyes as I swayed behind the bar, blocking out everything else.<br /> &quot;Who are you?&quot; A deep gravelly voice broke through my concentration near the end of the song. I opened my eyes and nearly needed to pinch myself under the bar. With one look I knew exactly who this must be.<br /> There was no question in my mind, this was Daimon Kross.<br /> I wanted to react to him, but I didn&#039;t let myself.<br /> I did on the inside though.<br /> Holy freaking baby Jesus mother Mary and the whole gang, this guy was...there wasn&#039;t a word. I didn&#039;t know men that looked like this existed outside of a Hollywood made film. First of all, like the others, he was huge. Shoulders so broad I&#039;m sure he could easily drape me over them, not that I&#039;m picturing that, and he had to be at least 6&#039;4. I&#039;m not short by any means, actually a little tall for a girl, but jes-us was he up there. His black t-shirt probably deserved a metal the way it was working its little heart out keeping his thick muscles contained, and I was more than a little curious about the lines of tattoos I could see running out of the neck out his shirt and his sleeves.<br /> As if his body wasn&#039;t distracting enough though, his face was everything a face should be. A thick jaw with just enough scruff, dimpled chin, cut cheek bones, long sharp nose with a pale white scar across the top, and those eyes...deep set amber colored eyes fringed with jet black lashes and over shadowed by the thick lines of his black eye brows. He looked dangerous, he gave off a whole sense of danger, and somehow, my body wanted to drive right past all of the caution signs and collide with him anyway.<br /> Luckily, I&#039;m the one in control, not my body.<br /> With a very well-practiced level of disinterest, I look away, looking to my nails on my right hand, the glossy black paint is fine, but I pretend to look for an imperfection.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m Alyssa,&quot; I tell him, turning back to look him right in the eyes. &quot;Who are you?&quot;<br /> I already, know, I just ask to piss him off. The way his eyes narrow tell me it worked.<br /> &quot;Kross,&quot; He says with an air of authority. &quot;Daimon Kross.&quot;<br /> I laugh at his seriousness, probably a bad idea, but you can tell the guy thinks a lot of himself. &quot;Bond, James Bond.&quot; I mimic in a deep voice, turning my back to him while I throw away a couple empty bottles.<br /> When I look back he&#039;s leaned forward, elbows on the bar, hands gripping my side of it.<br /> My god, he has nice hands.<br /> His eyes narrow in on mine. &quot;Careful.&quot; He whispers. I know his type. The kind that thinks he owns anyone he decides he wants to own. But I can&#039;t be owned. Not anymore. I turn to walk away, but his booming voice stops me. &quot;I want a beverage.&quot;<br /> &quot;I&#039;ll go get Becca for you.&quot; I look at him over my shoulder.<br /> His whole body tenses. &quot;I didn&#039;t ask for Becca.&quot; He grinds out. &quot;I asked you.&quot;<br /> I just smile. &quot;She&#039;ll be right down.&quot; I turn again, taking a few steps away, catching my breath while he can&#039;t see me.<br /> &quot;Hey, come back here and make me a drink, doll.&quot; I can hear the demand in his voice, he&#039;s practically begging for me to submit, but I won&#039;t.<br /> I walk back, making him think he&#039;s getting his way. A coy grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, but I stop in front of him, leaning back against the other side of the bar. With a slow ease I cross my arms in front of me, expecting his gaze to dip to my chest that&#039;s now more pushed out in my tank, or even down to my legs in my short skirt, but his eyes remain locked on mine.<br /> &quot;I&#039;ve got a name,&quot; I say evenly. &quot;Learn to use it and you&#039;ll get your drink.&quot;<br /> His eyes flash. &quot;Nah, I like doll better.&quot;<br /> I shrug one shoulder, biting my bottom lip. &quot;Then I guess you&#039;ll be thirsty.&quot;<br /> He tightens his shoulders and the muscle in his jaw pops. &quot;I guess you won&#039;t be getting any of my money.&quot;<br /> I smile easily, crossing my ankles. &quot;What a pity, I guess I&#039;ll just have to settle for money from all of these other people in this super busy bar.&quot; I tell him, knocking him back down a peg. He thinks he&#039;s the only man alive, I can show him he isn&#039;t.<br /> I&#039;m only slightly concerned when he leans back, flashing his teeth at me in a vicious smile. &quot;That so?&quot;<br /> I flash a full smile of my own, watching him watch me. &quot;Goodnight, Mr. Kross.&quot;<br /> Before I can think about walking away he slides his stool back with a loud scrape and he&#039;s standing, turning away. &quot;Boys! Hey, everyone shut up!&quot; Everything stops. Literally. Even the freaking music. &quot;Listen up, under no circumstances will anyone here order from, talk to, or tip Doll Face here.&quot; I glance around, shocked to see that way more bikers have gotten here in the past hours. They&#039;re practically crawling all over the place. Daimon turns to me with a dark smile and lowers back onto the stool. &quot;Looks like you aren&#039;t making a dime until you make me my drink, doll.&quot;<br /> He&#039;s so smug, sure he&#039;s won. He has no idea how wrong he is. Had the old Alyssa been here, she&#039;d have scrambled to do what he wants, but she died long ago. I work on burying her deeper everything single day and I&#039;m not about to let Daimon Kross dig her up again.<br /> &quot;Is that what you see?&quot; I walk towards the bar, leaning forward, less than a foot from his face. I want him to look at my body, that would make this easier, but I can see him fighting it. He keeps his gaze locked onto mine. It&#039;s intense and I don&#039;t know why I&#039;m still fighting this instead of just giving the man his beverage, but I just won&#039;t back down. That&#039;s not the Alyssa I am anymore. I can never be her again. Knowing I&#039;m playing with fire I say, &quot;Because I see a very full bar of men who are going to be very thirsty in a little while, and a waitress who&#039;s night just got way easier. Since no one will need me now, I&#039;ll just be over there with my feet up.&quot;<br /> You&#039;re no one if you can&#039;t walk the walk after you talk the talk, so without over thinking it, I walk out from behind the bar, my heels clicking as I cross to the closest booth in the corner. I sit down, pushing back so that I can prop my legs up in the booth in front of me.<br /> It&#039;s ballsy, but worth it.<br /> I certainly don&#039;t expect him to follow me, but he does. Right to the booth. I should have thought about my positioning before now, but it&#039;s too late. He stands at the front of the booth, towering over me where I sit. In the corner like this, he could murder me with one hand and no one would even know it happened.<br /> &quot;Just who do you think you are?&quot; He snaps, his hands at his sides clenching like his jaw.<br /> I lean forward, drawing my knees up just a little. Not enough to flash him my undies, but enough to make him think I might. &quot;Alyssa,&quot; I look up at him under my lashes. &quot;Not doll.&quot;<br /> He lifts one hand and rubs his jaw, his annoyance rolling off of him. &quot;Get up and do your job.&quot; He bites out. It&#039;s a direct order, I can feel the urge in me to do as he says, but I hold that down. I fight it with every bit of fight I&#039;ve got left.<br /> I blink up at him once. &quot;What&#039;s my name?&quot; I say tauntingly.<br /> He leans down so fast I don&#039;t know how I don&#039;t jump, and he grips the edge of the table, making it creek. &quot;Doll. There are other waitresses here.&quot;<br /> &quot;Smart boy,&quot; I nod, looking past him. &quot;There goes one now.&quot;<br /> Becca emerges from the stairs, scanning in a frenzy to find him. When she sees him she smiles sweetly, lowering her head just a little before waving once. He looks away from her and back to me, his eyes finally trailing over me like I&#039;ve wanted from the beginning. It&#039;s calculated though, an appraisal he is choosing to show no interest in.<br /> &quot;This isn&#039;t over.&quot; He snaps.<br /> I stretch my legs back out, crossing my ankles again. &quot;Looks over to me.&quot;<br /> I feel the table shake in his grip, behind his face I can tell he&#039;s holding back. &quot;You&#039;re really asking for it aren&#039;t you?&quot; He whispers menacingly, leaning down closer to me. &quot;Do you have any idea who I am?&quot;<br /> I don&#039;t know where I get the nerve, or maybe it isn&#039;t nerve at all, maybe I just want to do it, but I reach out, lightly touching his hand with mine. It&#039;s a quick pat, condescending even, before I pull back. I can already tell he&#039;s pissed and I haven&#039;t even said anything yet. You don&#039;t initiate contact with guys like him. It takes their power away. They don&#039;t like that. But I don&#039;t care anymore.<br /> &quot;I hate to break your heart,&quot; I whisper, sweet as pie. &quot;But I stopped being afraid of the big bad wolf a long long time ago.&quot; He jerks upright at my words, glowering down at me as if I&#039;d slapped him before he controls his expression. &quot;You&#039;ll have to do much better than all that if you expect to scare me.&quot;<br /> &quot;I&#039;m sure I can.&quot; He seethes, backing away. &quot;You&#039;ll regret this.&quot; He says.<br /> I just shrug, watching him go. &quot;I&#039;ll add it to the list.&quot;<br /> I barely get a five minute reprieve from the overpowering presence of the Daimon Kross before TJ is rushing towards me, the look of horror all over her face. &quot;Alyssa, what did I tell you?&quot; She asks, exasperated. &quot;Are you actually insane?&quot;<br /> &quot;No ma&#039;am, I just don&#039;t like being treated like a thing instead of a person.&quot; I tell her and she sighs loudly.<br /> &quot;That&#039;s all very commendable and all, Alyssa, but you&#039;re working in a club right now.&quot; She looks down her nose at me and then shakes her head. &quot;Actually, you aren&#039;t even working.&quot;<br /> &quot;He told-.&quot; I try to say but she cuts me off.<br /> &quot;Get on stage.&quot; She points to the one in the middle that Ren is exiting. &quot;If you can&#039;t be useful as a bartender tonight, you&#039;re going to have to do something.&quot;<br /> I nod once. &quot;You got it boss.&quot;<br /> I take the stairs quickly, brushing into the dressing room and changing into a stage outfit. I pick a frilly pink thing, going for that innocent angel thing that drives men wild, pairing it with some far from innocent undergarments to strip down to. I know the drill.<br /> The beat from the bass blurs everything as I take the stage.<br /> I wrap one hand around the pole, letting the music sink into my bones as I make a slow circle around it once.<br /> I can feel him before I see him.<br /> I open my eyes, looking up to the balcony on my left and there he is, all alone. His eyes on me, a smile on his face. I want to hit that smile right into next week. He thinks he&#039;s won. I&#039;d bet money he was the one who made TJ put me on stage. He thinks he can degrade me by forcing me onto the stage tonight, but again, the joke is on him.<br /> I&#039;m way past letting something like this get to me.<br /> I let it fuel me, my movements becoming sultrier.<br /> I don&#039;t look away. Not the entire time. I stare directly into his eyes, watching the smile slowly fade from his face. I&#039;m not letting him win, not even as I&#039;m stripped down in front of all of these people.<br /> I don&#039;t care, and it is driving him absolutely mad.

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