“I want all the juicy details babe, but I’m super busy,” I tell her as I grab another beer and slide it down the counter. My regulars are mostly here tonight, so the orders are easy. I know what each of them wants to drink. Even that old, nasty Mr. Baker that chases every drink with water. I’ll never understand it, but I get good tips from him.
“Don’t you dare throw up on my bar tonight Jared.” I point at the pretty blonde man that I passed a beer to. He chuckles and just shakes his head.
“Lesson learned babe.”
“Good thing. That was one of the nastiest things I’ve ever had to clean,” I remind him. Spinning around when I hear the bell chimed alerting me that someone just came in my breath freezes in my chest. He’s doing that fucking smile that could make me do whatever he wanted, and the way his eyes sparkle just makes me fucking sick. He walks closer to the bar as my heart starts beating faster.
“Hola, mi amor,” his thickly accented voice sends chills down my spine.
“You don’t get to call me that. What the hell are you even doing here?” I hiss as I walk closer to the bar. I don’t need him making a scene.
“Coming for a drink. Isn’t that what patrons do in a place such as this?” he asks taking a seat on a stool. I swallow hard and glance around wishing someone was here. Anyone? No, not anyone. I want Mason.
“Drink your drink and then get out,” I hiss grabbing a beer and setting it on the counter in front of him.
Alvaro reacts quickly. He grabs my wrist nearly yanking me over the bar before he whispers, “You have always been mine muñeca, so when I see you with such trash it’s cause for concern.”
My insides tighten. I have no idea why he’s here or what the hell he wants, but he won’t be using me again.
“What I do is none of your business. As a matter of fact, it hasn’t been your business for a very long time Diaz. Now drink your beer and get the hell out of here before I turn you over to the authorities,” I all but growl at him.
Diaz chuckles as the door opens once more. I hear the growl before I even pull my gaze away from Alvaro to see Mason storming toward the bar. Alvaro keeps his hand tightly around my wrist keeping me pinned in place.
“Why the hell are you everywhere all of a sudden?” Mason’s voice thunders through the room. When Alvaro realizes who it is, he releases me quickly. I step back away from the bar and make myself busy.
“What the hell is happening in here?” Joe asks while walking up behind me. I glance over my shoulder to where Mason and Alvaro are, before looking back at Joe.
“I’m assuming they don’t like each other very much. I think they’re having a pissing match,” I inform him before taking another shot.
“Are you involved in this?”
“Not by choice, no,” I mumble under my breath. Joe goes on cursing under his breath keeping an eye on the situation in front of us. I move back down the bar to Carla.
“I saw that,” she leans into me to whisper. Nosey bitch. I have no doubt she saw it all.
“Ex in the suit and the hot biker? I kinda fucked them both a few times.” Carla giggles making me giggle with her.
“You get all the guys. Some less desirable than others.”
“Don’t I fucking know it. The past needs to stay where I left it. If he’s coming around that means nothing good will come of it,” I tell her.
Carla and I both watch as Mason’s hands tug at his hair. Alvaro just stands there with the same collected look as always on his face. Both of them look pissed. A few seconds later Mason’s eyes come to meet mine and the air in the room gets even thicker. He jerks his gaze back to Alvaro quickly finishing the conversation. Mason doesn’t move from his position as he watches Alvaro leave the bar. I blow out a breath of relief and thank god that he left that easily.
“Joe. In the back. Now,” Mason snaps as he rounds the bar and shoves through the back door. Joe huffs but follows him to the back anyway.
“Oh shit. That’s not good,” Carla says under her breath.