Sick Bastard by Jaci J Read Free Book Online

He smiles and tips his head. His eyes sparkle and it makes him look relaxed and comfortable for once.
    “Can I get you anything?” I offer. He looks amused for a moment while he rests his elbow on the bar, finger tapping his lips thoughtfully.
    “There’s one thing in particular I want very much, but I need to being patient,” he muses, sounding as if he’s talking more to himself than to me. I have no idea what he’s talking about, but the waitress in me offers anyway.
    “I can try to get it for you,” I offer helpfully. It is my job, after all.
    He looks at me a little dazed before he shakes it off, “No, thank you. I'm okay for the time being.” He says and smiles kindly at me.
    I leave Mr. Marx, at the bar to help a gentleman at the other end, waving his empty bottle at me rudely. I’m not a ditz and I can see you, dumbass. A simple head nod or bottle tip would have worked. I grab another beer for the man, “Here ya go,” but he doesn’t say shit to me. Jerk.
    Before I can turn around, I feel large arms circle around me from behind, hands pressing into my stomach. I stiffen immediately, but relax as soon as I realize it’s Matt. I turn to hug him tight, “I've missed you, London,” he says as he hugs me just as tight.
    “I’ve missed you to, bitch face.” He picks me up whirls me around, and that’s when I see Mr. Marx watching us, looking absolutely murderous. I don’t give myself time to process his mood because my Matt is back and my world is whole again.
    “I've missed your face,” he says and kisses my forehead with a big, sloppy kiss.
    “I wasn't expecting you back today.”
    “Well I got my cousin all moved and I was so ready to leave. Her pregnancy hormones were driving me insane, but we’ll talk later. Let’s get to work before boss man fires our asses,” he says, slapping my ass as he runs off.
    A loud crack startles me back to the other end of the bar. Turning on my heels, I find a shattered glass in front of Mr. Marx.
    “Shit,” I mutter to myself and run down to get it cleaned up.
    Mr. Marx doesn't say a word as he watches at me pick up the broken pieces. Did he really just break a glass? What the hell? Glaring at him a few times while cleaning up the mess, I don’t even bother to ask because at this point, I don’t really care. I pick up the shattered pieces and make a pile to toss. He looks a little ashamed, but doesn’t offer me an excuse or an apology.
    “London?”
    Dumping the glass into the trash, I quickly make my way past him. “I have customers. I’ll send another waitress to take care of the bar. I hope you have a good night, Mr. Marx.” I nod politely before turning on my heels to leave, letting him stew in whatever’s bothering him. I don’t have the time or energy for all that . I won’t even entertain the thought that it has anything to do with me. He’s just a psycho who seems to enjoy fucking with me, but I can’t even begin to imagine why. He’s just a Sick Bastard. Staying away from him is obviously the right course for me to follow.
    I need to find someone else to run the bar and Kendra is the first waitress I pass. I figure she'll do. “Hey, Kendra, can you run the bar? I have things on the floor to take care of.”
    She takes one look and hones in on Mr. Marx immediately. A large smile takes over her face at the sight of him. “Fuck yes! He's hot!” She squeals in delight. She even claps her hands like a goddamn child.
    “He's a good tipper too.” I assure her, but it’s not like she needs a push. She’s already headed toward him.
    Have a nice life, you crazy fuck. I wish he were different. What a fucking shame.

Dante
    I’ve given up on my “Stay the fuck away from her” rule. It’s a rule I started just this week, but here I am, sitting at the bar in The Blue Lounge waiting to see her. I need to see her.
    I didn’t go as far as finding out her work schedule. I just decided to show up and hopefully take some time to prepare myself