The MC Sinners Series 2 - Heaven's sinners by Jewel Bella Read Free Book Online Page B

parents continue to somehow blame me. I guess I was the one that originally brought Spike home, so that must mean I am to blame. I turn my attention back to the glass I’m drying, and focus on steadying my breathing. No point in getting upset over something that can’t be changed.
    I turn, throwing the glasses in the dishwasher, and then I get back to serving. That’s when he walks in. I hate that he’s decided to come in tonight, because it’s just a shitty night for me. After I tipped beer all over him the last time he was here, I honestly didn’t think he’d show his face again.
    Spike and his club members take a seat at one of the round, corner tables. I peer over at them, and Spike looks up at the same moment. Our eyes meet, but I quickly turn mine away. I watch as Joe walks over, gives them a stern lecture, and then, as if nothing ever happened, he’s laughing with them.
    I feel Jenny slide up beside me as I’m watching them, and I know she’s going to say something. She’s getting a great deal of satisfaction over the fact that Spike being here is making me completely uncomfortable.
    “You’re on his table tonight.”
    Of course I am. I turn and give her a look. She puts her hands up innocently.
    “Hey, I got given the hens, be grateful.”
    “You’re awful Jenny,” I mutter.
    “Oh come on, look at him.”
    We both turn to stare. He’s wearing a bandana tonight, and bits of his messy blonde hair and stick out from beneath it. His shirt matches the dark blue bandana, and his black jeans are perfectly fitting for his body. His leather jacket is sitting on the table beside him, and his heavy black boots are crossed under the table. The colorful tattoos on his arms are showing, along with the thick bracelets around his wrists. God damn, he can pull off the biker look so incredibly well. I turn, and switch my gaze back to Jenny.
    “I’ve looked...”
    “Well.” She wiggles her brows. “Enjoy yourself.”
    Sighing, I turn and walk around the bar and over to Spike’s table. He looks up at me when I stop, and his eyes slide over the outfit I’m wearing. Yes, I know, it’s revealing. My black skirt is short, and when I say short...I mean short. My top sits above my belly button, so basically, most of my body is on view for perverts to gawk at. It’s Job of the Year, I tell you.
    “Nice outfit,” he grumbles.
    “What can I get you boys?” I ask, ignoring him.
    “You can come over here and sit on my lap.” One of the bikers grins.
    Spike shoots him a glare. “Fuckin’ pipe down, Muff.”
    The man named Muff, grins. “Just givin’ her a chance to take a break.”
    “As much as I’d love to, I can’t take a break.” I smile sweetly. “Now, drinks?”
    Spike is watching me, I can feel his gaze, and it’s causing little shivers to run through my body. God, I hate that he constantly has my body coming to life. Fucker.
    “You seein’ anyone, sweet thing?” Muff asks.
    I smile at him; it’s kind of hard not to. He’s sweet...in a creepy, cute kind of way. He grins back at me. He’s not a bad looking man. He wouldn’t be a great deal younger than Spike, and it’s possible he’s even the same age. I’m fairly sure Spike is around twenty-nine.
    Muff has a youthful face, and long red hair. He kind of reminds me of one of those Scottish men.
    “Not right now.” I grin.
    “Well, keep me in mind yeah?”
    “She ain’t keepin’ you anywhere, now shut the fuck up,” Spike growls at him.
    Muff puts up his hands. “Whoa, Prez, just playin’.”
    “Get us some beers,” Spike growls, giving me a hard look.
    I glare at him. “Where are your manners, Danny?”
    The boys burst out laughing, and Spike’s eyes flare angrily.
    “I’ll show you fuckin’ manners in a minute. Don’t fuck with me, Ciara. Get us some beers.”
    I cross my arms and stare at him, refusing to move until he asks nicely. He crosses his arms and glares right back.
    Fine, two can play at this game. I turn, walk to