Sentinel - Devil Riders MC Book 1 (MC Romance Novel with FREE Bonus Novel!) by Ashley Rhodes Read Free Book Online Page B

the song or the singer, but it was catchy.
    She looked around, puzzled and slightly annoyed. The place was empty. The door was open, the music on, and no one around. Chrissy stood shifting her weight from one foot to the other, wondering what to do.
    Again, she felt the temptation to turn tail and run. She checked her watch again. It was a few minutes after six now. Where the fuck was Rafe? This job was not starting out well.
    "Hello?" she called out, quietly. “Rafe? Are you here? Is anyone here? It’s Chrissy.”
    No response. Chrissy stood there feeling awkward and out of place. Mostly she was unsure. Was there even a job at all? Finally, just as she was just about to give it up, a door near to the bar opened and a young woman stepped out, straightening her clothing, smoothing down her skirt. She looked to be around Chrissy’s age, maybe a couple of years older. She was short, and had dark hair cropped short in a pixie cut, with a lurid streak of red running through it.
    Chrissy smiled at her, and held up the business card Rafe had given her.
    "Hi, I'm Chrissy, Rafe gave me this last n-"
    The woman scowled at her for a minute, then sauntered over to the bar and threw herself heavily onto a stool.
    "Yeah, yeah, Chrissy. That’s what you said, right? He told me you might show up." She didn’t sound pleased.
    Chrissy stood, waiting for a follow-up, an invitation to come see behind the bar, or some instructions, or something. The woman just sat there.
    After a moment the door from the back opened again and a clean cut young guy came out. Clearly he was no biker. “Hello,” he said. “Hey Trish, I stacked the beer where you said.” He looked nervous.
    “This is Chrissy. She’s new. Chrissy, this is Johnny. He drives the beer truck. We get a delivery every couple of days.”
    Chrissy cleared her throat. “Good to meet you.”
    “Yeah,” he said. “Well, I better get on with my deliveries.”
    Trish nodded. “Later, Johnny.”
    The look Johnny gave Trish struck Chrissy as not the kind a delivery man would normally have. But that was none of her business. Maybe nothing going on here was any of her business.
    “So, uh…since I’m here, what do you need me to do? I was sort of under the impression that I'd be starting work tonight."
    This was met with a heavy sigh, and the woman gestured at the empty clubhouse.
    "Yeah, it's absolutely hopping here tonight. We really need your help. Maybe I should assign you to crowd control.”
    Chrissy frowned and felt the first twinge of real annoyance at the woman's rudeness. She crossed her arms in front of her and met the woman's eye.
    “I’m sorry you’re pissed off or having a bad night, but I'm just doing what I was told. Rafe said he wanted me to start work tonight, so that's exactly what I'm gonna do."
    This was met with a shrug.
    "Whatever. Rafe didn’t tell me shit, but if you see something that needs doing, help yourself. It’s no skin off my ass.”
    Chrissy walked over to the bar and looked around. Behind, it was pretty messy. She saw trash littering the floor. The counter was filthy, and the shelves were so dusty that running a finger along them drew lines in it. “Well if there are no customers, maybe I can make this less of a pig sty.”
    “Knock yourself out girl. No one will notice, but have at it.”
    Chrissy set to work immediately, taking all of the liquor bottles from the shelf and lining them up on the bar until it was clear. She rummaged through the cabinets under the counter trying to find something to clean them with. There didn't appear to be anything to hand. She debated asking the woman if they had anything in the way of cleaning supplies, thinking there might be a closet somewhere, but a quick glance told Chrissy that she wouldn't be any help. She was hunched over her cellphone, texting, and gave no indication that she even remembered that Chrissy existed.
    A cursory search of the rest of the room didn't uncover anything resembling cleaning