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“You,” I said as I began slowly strutting down the bar to him, swinging the bat around with a flick of my wrist. Then, I rested it over my shoulders, hanging my forearms off it. I could give Harley Quinn a run for her money tonight. Hell, now that I think of it, I could give her a run for her money on a normal work night.
Once I reached the man, I crouched on the bar, resting the barrel of the bat in my free hand and leveling him with a glare that said I wasn’t fucking around.
“She’s clearly not interested in you. I suggest you get the fuck out of here right now.” I hissed.
“Or you’ll what?” He laughed as if I was a joke. The man had balls; I’ll give him that. I couldn’t help but chuckle. It was cute that he wasn’t intimidated by me, but most men weren’t until I had them by the balls—screaming.
“Oh honey, you don’t want to know the ‘or you’ll what’ part. Trust me.” I cooed and gave him a wink, standing to my full height on the bar and staring down at him. The rest of the customers in the bar started whispering amongst themselves about what was going to happen to the man. A few of them had great ideas about what I should do with the bat. But unfortunately, while Austin loved seeing me act like a crazy bitch against assholes in his bar, I wasn’t allowed to do much outside of scaring them. Maybe give them one or two broken bones if I was lucky.
“Last chance. Get the fuck out, or I won’t be held responsible for your broken nose.” I pushed the bat’s cap into his nose, and with that, he turned and high-tailed it out of the bar. I guess his bravery fell short with that simple threat. It wasn’t even my best one.
When I confirmed that he had left the bar entirely, I jumped down from the counter and made my way back to Austin, putting the bat back under the bar.
“Shame you didn’t get to use it this time. I was looking forward to the show.”
I shrugged. “He was a smart man, I’ll give him that.”
He chuckled and ruffled my hair like the big brother he was and went back to serving drinks along the bar. I really enjoyed working with Austin and having the freedom to be me here. He never judged my aggressive tendencies, and I was thankful for that. We made one hell of a team at night. Everyone felt safe when they were in his bar.
It was midnight by the time I checked my phone to see if I had any new messages. I knew I still needed to send something, anything, to Atlas, but I had no idea where even to begin. I couldn’t come off desperate for him, but I also didn’t want to be too casual—like two weeks of no communication was nothing to me.
I was returning from the restroom when I was enveloped in the intoxicating scent of cedar and spice. Was that Atlas? I stopped moving, raised a brow, and looked over my shoulder to where the scent had hit me, and sure enough, there he was. Sitting at a high top with a couple of the guys I saw him with at The Landing and… a woman?
My brows furrowed. Who the fuck was she?
Atlas looked gorgeous as usual, with his dark jeans, white t-shirt, lightly mussed hair, and a smile that made my knees go weak. These past weeks, I had fantasized about him naked and in my bed. The thought replayed in my mind again as I stared at him, and I felt a rush of heat between my thighs.
A woman was leaning against his table, and she had her hand on Atlas’s arm, running her fingers along it as if he were hers. She had a beautiful, sultry smile, long blonde hair, and a lithe figure. She wore a denim mini-skirt with a lace tank top and cowboy boots. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but see red bleed across my vision.
She was a dead bitch; that’s what she was right now.
They were laughing about something, and I couldn’t tell if she was flirting with him or if he was flirting back. It didn’t matter in the end because clearly, he had found someone else to chase. It was foolish of me to wait and think that a man like him would actually be as patient as he claimed. My heart squeezed in my chest, and I couldn’t tell if I was angry or upset.
Turning on my heel, I struggled to control my breathing and keep my heart from bursting under the pressure as I headed back behind the bar.
“What’s wrong, Chyler? You look upset.” Austin came over to me and put his hand around my shoulders. I didn’t answer him; I just tilted my head and rolled my eyes in the direction of Atlas’s table, blinking away the tears that threatened to show.
I never cried; he made me weak. Atlas had made me weak.
Austin raised a brow and chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” I wasn’t in the mood to play games with him, and he was clearly making a joke about my frustration.
“I really hope you aren’t jealous of Brodie.”
“I’m not jealous of anyone. Especially someone by the name of Brodie.” I scoffed at him as I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Look, I’ll say this once, and you can do whatever you want with it. Brodie likes to play games with the men in this bar and is known as ‘Plan B’ to those who’ve taken her up on her offers for company.” He patted me on the shoulder and went to clear the counter behind me.
I looked over my shoulder at the table, grinding my teeth at Brodie, her hand still on him, caressing his skin. I will cut that hand off if she continues touching him like that. When did I become the jealous type? When did I stop taking what I wanted? When did I claim Atlas as mine?
Atlas had me begging for him; he won, and I was done pretending that I didn’t want him anymore. I was going to take what was mine and deal with Brodie later. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, I popped the cap off and made my way across the bar, walking with a confident stride as if I owned the place and everyone needed to get the fuck out of my way.
Without hesitation, I approached Atlas's table, took a swig from my bottle of liquid courage, and settled into his lap, leaning against his chest as my curves molded against him.
“Hey baby, I didn’t know you were coming out to the bars tonight.” I gave him a saccharine smile and a wink before taking another pull from my beer and licking my lips. My eyes dropped to his mouth briefly, the lips that I wanted all over me right now.
“Who’s she?” I gestured to Brodie with the top of the bottle while still keeping my eyes on his. I knew I had taken him by surprise, but for some reason, he effortlessly returned the sentiment, wrapping his arms around my waist, his gaze dropping to my mouth, and he licked his lips.
