Not easy to handle
887 Words
Miles
I shoved my arms into my leather jacket, ignoring Ivy's frustrated sighs from the couch and walked out the door.
The suffocating bass of the club hit me instantly but my mind was disconnected from the party.
I was still thinking about the girl.
Those wide, startled eyes and that messy, wavy hair had burned themselves into my brain.
She looked like she didn't belong in a place like this, like a frightened rabbit that had accidentally wandered into a wolf's den.
I headed down the dark hallway toward the main floor but as I turned the corner, I found absolute chaos.
A crowd had formed in a tight circle near the bar, the music drowned out by the shrill sound of a woman screaming.
I pushed my way through the wall of bikers. My temper was instantly flaring.
I was the owner of this club. Nobody tore up my floor without answering to me.
I stepped into the clearing, ready to throw whoever was causing a scene right out the front door.
But I stopped dead in my tracks.
Her.
It was her. The rabbit from my office.
Only, she wasn't running this time.
A heavily made-up blonde woman had a vicious fistful of the girl's wavy hair, yanking her head backward. Dark, sticky soda dripped down the girl's face and soaked the front of her black shirt. I could see the sharp wince of pain tightening her delicate features.
Yet, even with her face contorted in discomfort, she was stunning. There was a raw, natural beauty to her that the spilled drink and the chaotic lighting couldn't hide.
A protective instinct flared in my chest.
No one laid hands on a woman in my club, especially not her.
I took a large step forward, opening my mouth to bark an order to my enforcers to break it up.
But before the words could even leave my throat, the frightened rabbit vanished.
In a blur, the girl twisted her body. She ducked her head, deftly breaking the blonde's grip with a sharp jerk. The blonde stumbled forward, off-balance.
The girl didn't hesitate. She didn't scream for help and she didn't run.
She planted her left foot, her body pivoting with perfect, athletic grace. Her right leg snapped up in a flawless, powerful roundhouse kick. The toe of her work boot connected sharply with the side of the blonde woman's leg.
The sound cut through the heavy music. The blonde woman's knee buckled instantly and she collapsed, crashing hard onto the sticky floor.
The entire crowd went dead silent. Even the massive, tattooed biker standing next to them looked completely stunned.
I stood frozen, my jaw slightly slack.
The girl didn't even flinch. She stood tall over the fallen woman, breathing heavily but perfectly composed.
The vulnerability I had seen in my office was nowhere to be found. With her chin tilted up and a cold, piercing glare in her eyes, she looked absolutely regal. Like a queen who had just executed a traitor.
She leaned forward slightly, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "A man like this suits you."
The club's pulsing strobe lights caught the sheen of moisture on her skin, pulling my attention entirely to her. I couldn't look away.
From this distance, I could see the subtle shift of muscle in her arms as she held her ground. Her skin was a smooth, glowing tan, devoid of the soft, pampered fragility I was so used to seeing in the girls who hung around the club. She was visibly toned. She was strong. And the gaze she leveled at the pathetic couple on the floor was impossibly sharp and bright.
I had called her a timid, frightened rabbit just five minutes ago. I couldn't have been more wrong.
She was something else entirely. She was a sudden, majestic, and thorny black swan. That fierce, dangerous aura matched perfectly with the tight, black and purple short dress she was wearing. She wasn't meant to be caged and she certainly wasn't going to let anyone step on her.
"Who is she?" I asked, keeping my voice low. I didn't take my eyes off her for a single second.
Reed stepped up beside me, holding a fresh beer. He let out a long, impressed whistle, shaking his head as he took in the wreckage she had just caused.
"I don't know.." Reed replied as he took a slow sip of his drink. "Never seen her before in my life. Seems like it's her first time here."
He turned his head, catching the intense, unwavering look locked onto my face. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his jaw.
"Why?" Reed chuckled, elbowing me lightly in the ribs. "Are you actually interested in her? Because I have gotta warn you, man... she does not seem easy to handle."
I ignored him. I didn't answer and I didn't blink.
Down on the floor, the girl finally turned on her heel.
The surrounding crowd instinctively parted for her, clearing a path.
I stayed perfectly still, my entire focus anchored on her striking, defiant figure as she wove through the throng of people, gradually disappearing into the sea of bodies.
Not easy to handle.
A slow smirk touched my lips. That was exactly what I was counting on.
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