The girl before she woke.

Monday madness.

Chapter 4

Oh how she hated Monday's Rachel thought looking at the crowded dinner. The place was packed with assholes all morning and now approaching lunch she was ready to beg just to go home.Only four more hours she tried to brighten her mood.

"Hey", the man's eyes dropped to her name tag then lingered on her breasts. It was uncomfortable to say the least and wasn't even the first time it happen'd today.

"What?" She snapped when the man still has not stopped ogling her.

"uhm yeah right" the man continued licking his lips not even a little bit embarrassed by his disgusting behavior."Another beer thanks sweetheart." he winked at her and Rachel just nodded not in the mood to deal with him a second longer than she has to. She got the beer and went back to the table putting it down as fast as she can giving the asshole a tight smile then turned on her heals. She could feel eyes on every part of her body as she quickly run behind the counter in an attempt to hide from them. It's these stupid uniforms she thought stacking a heap of napkins.All they wore was these black booty shorts and a black tank top with the dinners logo "JJ's"in electric blue. no wonder men were looking at the servers like they were snacks.

Still though it was no excuse for them to behave like pigs.

"Nice t**s!" a man who clearly had to much to drink, yelled at her best friend and co worker Jackie.

"d**k" Jackie muttered under her breath coming to stand next to me.

"Want me to break his arm?" Rachel asked sincerely. "You know I can do it, I took martial arts classes back in the city" she said matter -of- factly.

Rachel had a lot of rage after the whole ordeal between her brother and her. rage she didn't know where it came from or how to control it so her therapist suggested physical activity to get rid of excessive anger and frustration.So she chose martial arts , she wanted to be able to protect herself if she needed to and plus it's fun to punch and kick stuff.

"No thanks sweetie" Jackie said."I grew up with five brothers I know how to hit,plus I just can't imagine a tiny thing like you actually do much damage." She laughed at the idea.

Rachel scoffed. " One day you'll see just you wait." She let her voice get real high in an attempt to create dramatic effect.They both started laughing at her theatrics, tears oozing from their eyes. thank goodness for waterproof mascara she thought wiping the wetness from her face. 

"hey sexy how about you came do your job instead of just standing around and looking pretty?" Another ass yelled toward Jackie.She cursed under her breath forced a smile on her face and headed for the table.Rachel watched her leave Jackie is really pretty with long curly dark hair, sharp green eyes, beautiful tanned skin and a body most girls would die for. If she wasn't one hundred present hetero s****l Rachel could she herself going for someone like her.

Rachel had just returned from making her rounds to see if anyone wanted anything when a roar of motorcycles caught her attention.She could feel Jackie come stand next to her again but her eyes refused to be torn away from the scene outside.She couldn't make out their face but from what she could see their was six bikes in total. All of the men were dressed pretty similar with  a leather cut out, jeans and some biker boots.Even if they were far she could tell that at least four of them did some form of exercise. Their broad shoulders and big toned arms almost had her drooling shamelessly. Almost...because before she could help it she had realized that one of the men had parked in a disabled parking spot. Anger swept through her,"Oh hell no" she said out loud causing Jackie to ask what was the matter.She didn't answer she didn't have time to explain herself . She had , had enough of men thinking they can do what ever they want when ever they want. Rushing out of the door she ignored her co workers protests as they attempted to stop her but she didn't pay them any mind her fury had taken over.

Approaching the men still standing near their motorcycles, all of them looked at her with peeked interest.She recognized one of them as the guy she saw Saturday in Robert's office. The one that was in prison..Don she think was his name. He had long dark shoulder length hair that he had put up in a man bun, it shouldn't work but on him it looks deadly sexy. His eyes were a striking shade of blue almost appearing dark grey and tattoo's run down both his sleeves. He was sexy but Rachel wouldn't let her mind go to that he was a criminal and therefor dangerous.Anyway as he wasn't her target she merely just glanced at him.Rachel could feel their gazes on her and if she wasn't so determined to tell the jerk off still siting on his bike she would have blushed.

"Good afternoon sir" she said with the most sickly sweet voice she could conjure, "can I help you with your wheelchair or crutches perhaps?" The man stared at her confused his dark orbs flicking from her to his friends and back. everyone seemed to be at a complete lost to what she had just said then Rachel heard a familiar voice she had begun to get greatly fond of this past month.

"Rachel... Is everything okay?" he asked carefully.

Her eyes met his dark green ones and she instantly smiled up at the handsome older man.

"Mr. Reed..."she begun but he cut her off.

"i told you sweetie , call me John" he said and Rachel could feel a blush creep over her cheeks

"John" she said smiling, "I was just asking this gentleman here if he would like any help with his wheelchair or crutches you know since I figured only a real d**k would park in a handicap space if he wasn't really disabled."

The men started laughing at the expense of their friend who was staring at the ground his face as red as a traffic light. After a while Mr. reed ,ugh John stopped laughing but a huge grin was still plastered on his face. "You heard the lady Trigger, move your damn bike." The guy called Trigger started his bike cursing under his breath and Rachel watched triumphantly as he found himself a new parking spot.

"So Rachel got a booth for me and my people?" he asked dragging a hand through his salt and pepper hair. Rachel couldn't help but admire the mans good looks at his age to still be able to turn heads is nothing short of a gift.

"I'm afraid not Mr... John", she quickly corrected herself. "the place is packed, i don't recognize half of the men and their real nasty pieces of work. But anyway i think Chastity has two empty booths".

"I hope their not treating you girls disrespectful?" He's voice suddenly went cold and Rachel felt a shiver run down her spine. She turned around afraid he would see the truth on her face.

"nothing we can't handle", she tried laughing it off while leading them inside.