Ruin Me, Biker Alphas

A Name To The Image

~Valerie~

He doesn't even look at me. It’s like I’m a piece of furniture, a ghost in a tank top. His storm-gray eyes are locked onto the Vice President, his jaw set so hard I can hear his teeth grinding.

"Evander," Ronan growls. The sound is tight, shaking the very floor beneath my heels. "You’ve been back from the road run for twenty minutes. You didn't come to my office. You didn't report. You’re sitting in a VIP booth with the help?"

So that’s his name.

Evander.

I finally have a name to his image in my head.

Evander doesn't look bothered. He smiles, he actually smiles, a sharp, toothy grin that looks like a threat. He leans forward, his amber eyes dancing with a wicked light.

"Just doing my duty, President," Evander mocks, his tone light but his gaze dangerous. "Getting to know the new waitress. Checking her... just club duties. Making sure she’s up to the club’s standards."

Ronan pins him with a stare so hard it should have drawn blood. His nose flares.

Finally, Ronan’s gaze shifts. He doesn't look me in the eye. He looks at the top of my head, his expression cold and utterly dismissive.

"Get me a drink too," he commands. His voice is flat, devoid of any of the heat I saw earlier. "And make it fast, little girl. We have business to discuss."

Little girl.

The words hit me like a slap. My body hardens instantly. The lust is still there, simmering and raw, but it’s joined by a sudden, jagged surge of defiance. He’s dismissing me, again? He saw me in that storeroom and he knows, yet he’s doing the same things he always does best.

Fine. Two can play that game.

"Of course, Alpha," I say. My voice is steady now, iced over with a politeness that is its own kind of weapon.

I nod once, stiff and formal, and turn to leave. But I’m not going quietly.

I know they’re both watching. I can feel their eyes on me like hot brands. I deliberately slow my pace. I put every ounce of my frustration and my hunger into my hips. I sway them, slow, exaggerated, and heavy. I feel my fat ass bouncing with every step, the hem of my denim shorts riding up, showing the pale skin of my thighs and the curve of my cheeks.

I don't look back. I don't give them the satisfaction. But as I walk toward the bar, I can feel their gazes burning holes into my back. It’s heavy. It’s possessive. It’s either Evander, or it’s both of them.

And god, I hope it’s both of them.

I want them to watch. I want them to ache. I want them to realize that this little girl is going to bring them both to their knees whether they want to or not.

I reach the bar, my heart racing with a new, dangerous adrenaline. I tell Mighty the order, another whiskey, neat, and then wait for him to hand it to me. My p***y is still throbbing, still leaking, but now there’s a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth.

I take the drink and head back. This time, I don't hesitate. I puff my chest out, not so much that it looks desperate, but enough to make the thin fabric of my top stretch tight over my heavy breasts.

I enter the booth. It becomes silent instantly. Not even their breathing can be heard. They’re sitting opposite each other now, two predators in a cage.

I lean down, my head high, making sure I’m directly in Evander’s line of sight as I place the drink in front of Ronan. I don't look at Ronan. I don't look at his face. But as my hand nears the table, I see it.

Ronan’s fist is clenched on his lap. His knuckles are white, his muscles bulging under his leather vest so hard they look like they might burst. But he remains, silent and unmoved, though his hand already gave him away.

A low, vibrating growl comes behind me, deep and animalistic. It’s from Evander. The sound is so faint a human wouldn't hear it, but to me, it sounds like a thunderstorm.

I don’t bother with either of them. I straighten up, my expression perfectly innocent, perfectly blank.

"Excuse me, please, Alphas" I say softly.

I turn and walk away without a single backward glance. My skin is on fire, and the ache between my legs is becoming a torture I’m inflicting on myself as much as them.

But I don't care. Let them growl. Let them clench their fists.

I’m going to ruin them both. I promise.