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Jade~
"Can't you at least wear something sexy instead of this? You look almost like those bikers in that outfit..." Leah muttered, checking my shirt and running her fingers along my jeans. "Babe, I could lend you one of my dresses. You need to look feminine and catch a man's eye tonight."
I raised my brows and gave her one last look before starting to leave the workshop. "You know I'm going like this, and I'm also sure it won't stop me from grabbing the free drinks there."
"She's actually coming with us for the free drinks. You think she cares about those men?" Liam shot at Leah, who was scowling at me. "What matters is that she's agreed to change her environment with us. I'm really grateful for that."
What a colleague I have here...
"And you also know she's a mechanic here and wouldn't do the work looking feminine like you, who serves guests at the restaurant. She still looks good that way, though, so let's just go so I can meet the men there." Liam stomped on a plastic bag on the floor, and when we glared at him, he winked, grinning.
Together, we headed to the club party.
There were men at the entrance, looking dangerously attractive with their leather jackets ripped at the sides and their muscles showing tattoos carved into them. They wore dark sunglasses and were checking the people coming in.
I stopped and glanced at Leah. "Do they have to check us? We're not here for anything dangerous..."
"That's the norm, girl... and they're not doing anything to you," she responded softly, taking my hand as a protective measure while we waited for our turn.
Liam was busy darting his eyes from corner to corner, while I was slowly losing my patience. If not for the free drinks, why would I be here in the first place? I just hated that they were making it look like they were doing us a favor by letting us into the party.
Now I began wondering what the party was about. Were they celebrating the café, which had been renovated from a tobacco shop? Or because they were phasing out m*******a?
The noise from the club was almost deafening—the voices of women and the blaring music everywhere. I wanted to see what was making those women raise their voices like that, and I hoped they wouldn't mistake me for a man in their frenzy over anything with a pulse.
When it was our turn, the man standing before me slowly removed his sunglasses. He looked me up and down, and a sinister smile curled on his lips.
I opened my mouth, but Leah nudged me, and I pressed my lips together. Then the man turned to the other guard. "Isn't she the spicy pepper Barron kept mentioning he met and couldn't get off his mind?" he asked, and the other nodded, a dirty smile appearing on his face too.
Barron...
I took note of that name. How dare he go home to his friends and start talking about me? Spicy pepper? When did I get such a nickname?
"She really looks spicy with that tomboy personality..." the other said and chuckled. "Barron is so lucky tonight."
My palms clenched into fists at my sides. I wanted to punch the guy in the mouth until his jaw broke, but Leah grabbing my hand was the only thing holding me back.
"You can't waste their time. Maybe I should alert Bar—"
"Don't you dare!" I yelled at the man before I could think, my breath ragged. My gaze met Leah's, and without thinking, I dragged her past the men who seemed to freeze, just staring at us.
The atmosphere at the party was something else.
Women rocked their hips against men, strippers danced on poles, the music was deafening, and some men drank and smoked at the sides. I saw women smoking too, but most were with their men, who offered them a taste.
"You shouldn't have yelled at them. What if they remember our faces?" Leah walked ahead of me with her brows knitted.
I scoffed. "Where do I get the free drinks?" I asked, and she pointed to the left where a lot of people were lined up waiting. "Since Barron knows me, I should be served quickly and then get the hell out of this messy place."
She sighed loudly. "Liam was right that you came here for the free drinks alone..."
"He's already left. Look at him over there having a serious discussion with someone." I shook my head. "I heard you need to own a Harley and be introduced by someone to join, so he had better get his mind off joining the club for now," I added, pouting, because it was already irritating me how he kept acting like he wouldn't survive if he didn't join immediately.
At that moment, a man walked up to Leah and tapped her shoulder. He offered his hand for a dance, and I signaled her to go ahead so I could get myself a drink.
I walked past the queue when I saw some people being served from the side, so I joined them, and the bartender poured me whiskey in a glass. I grabbed a nearby stool and made myself comfortable, shifting my eyes from corner to corner, watching what was going on.
My gaze finally landed on a crowd surrounding a man in the middle, and when I looked closely, it was the rugged, muscular man from Victor's café—the leader of the club. I climbed down and began moving closer, just to see what was happening. I heard several voices call him "Dragon," making me wonder if that was his nickname.
If it was, then he was indeed like a dragon... or his face wouldn't look so fierce.
He was being hailed by the men and women surrounding him, while I watched from a few feet away.
I didn't even realize when I began smiling at what they were doing, but it quickly vanished when I saw a drink move toward him until it splashed on his vest.
My expression turned sour watching him walk slowly out of the crowd. "Was that intentional? How could they do that when he was celebrating with them?" I mumbled to myself and grabbed my glass of whiskey.
I watched until he entered a passageway, disappearing from sight, so I quickly downed the contents of my glass, intending to see what the hallway was about, since it looked off-limits to party guests. When two men entered too, and their outfits didn't look like they were club members, I guessed anyone could go through there.
But when I walked through, he wasn't there anymore. There were several rooms, and I just wanted to walk to the end of the hallway and return to the party area. But after I passed the fifth door, I noticed the sixth wasn't locked like the others.
My gaze narrowed upon seeing the skull art drawn on the door, so vivid and somewhat scary if seen unexpectedly. Among the other doors I'd passed, it was the only one with such a drawing, so I wondered what it meant.
I was still standing there when the door opened slightly, and I looked intently to see a huge, tall man standing there with his upper body bare.
His hair was braided, and although he was a little distance away, I could still see the full sleeve tattoo he had. That instant, it clicked—the only biker I currently knew with braids...
"Dragon!" I thought and bit my lower lip. "So those muscles aren't fake? They look incredible now that he's not wearing anything." I licked my lips and crept closer to the door, getting a clearer view of his back and already imagining my fingers running across his muscles.
I was so lost that I didn't realize when he turned around, and my eyes widened at the abs revealed to my gaze. My mouth dropped open while saliva gathered in my mouth.
"He's so big with incredibly sexy abs. Could I rest my head on such a chest? That's a dragon tattoo on his belly, and Mark doesn't even come close to comparing to him." I slowly slid my pinkie finger into my mouth and began biting the nail.
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