Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC #10) - Lilly Atlas Page 0,56

shit out. Hope you can hack it; gonna get busy as fuck in here in a few.”

“I’ll be fine.” Hopefully the words would convince him over the slight tremor in her voice.

With an unconvinced shrug, he turned away from her. Was she supposed to follow?

When he turned and whistled like she was a dog, she hurried to catch up.

He spent the next few minutes showing her the ropes while also managing to run the bar. She met their third counterpart for the evening, a short slender man with a shaved head named Pee Wee who sneered at her, and that was the extent of the acknowledgment. At least Level had come across somewhat personable even if he seemed completely unimpressed by her in every way.

“Hope you ain’t one of those bitches who freaks out every time a guy asks her to suck his dick,” he said as he pointed out where they stored the glasses. “Cuz it’s gonna fuckin’ happen, and I don’t wanna hear shit about it. Suck it the fuck up and move on.”

This was a mistake. A serious mistake. Her heart pounded. Maybe she should leave.

Kara needs shoes. Lee isn’t working.

“It’s n-no big deal,” she said because what else was she supposed to say? That the thought of being propositioned made her skin crawl and her stomach bubble? Yeah, that’d be a surefire way to watch her cash fly out the window.

She could do this. She was strong, resilient, driven. Catcalls and propositions were merely words. A wooden bar separated her from the rest of the men. She’d be safe. She’d be fine.

Please let that be true.

“Right. You set? Can’t hold your hand all night.” he said, as he rubbed the back of his neck. With a silver spike through his left nostril, a dark bruise under one eye, and a tattoo of a giant spider making its way up his neck, he didn’t make a comfortable picture to look at, so she stared out at the crowd.

“Yep, I got this.” Hopefully, she sounded confident instead of terrified.

“Okay, let me know if you need somethin’ but try not to bitch, too. I don’t have time for that shit.”

Right. She had about two seconds to continue feeling fear before someone signaled her to grab a beer and a shot of tequila. Within minutes she became so busy she barely had time to pull her hair up off her sweaty neck.

Two hours whizzed by in the blink of an eye. She kept her head down, ignored the lewd gesture and words, and served drinks like her life depended on it. By the time Level motioned for her to take a twenty-minute break, her feet ached, she stunk of booze, and she’d been asked no less than two dozen times if she’d like to suck some guy’s dick or find him when she was done so he could, “dick her into next Tuesday.”

Literally, three guys had used those exact words. These guys were as clever as they were appealing.

She needed a freakin’ break.

“Bathroom?” she yelled to Pee Wee as she walked toward the end of the bar.

Of course, he didn’t answer her with actual words, he’d not once uttered a sound her way, but he pointed a black-tipped finger toward a hallway in the far left corner of the clubhouse.

“So helpful,” she muttered under her breath. Without wasting any time, Mak kept her head down and speed-walked in the general direction Pee Wee had pointed. Or at least, she thought she did. Weaving her way through a crowded room of huge, grabby-handed drunk bikers might have veered her off course. By the time she made it to the dim hallway, Mak was dying for a shower. Literally every guy she’d passed had put his hands on her in some fashion. What the hell was with them thinking they had the right to touch any woman in any way?

Bullshit.

For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why any woman would willingly subject themselves to this life. She’d sacrificed everything to escape a scenario where she was treated like property.

The second she returned home, she’d be scrubbing off the top five layers of skin.

Five hundred dollars. Five hundred dollars.

The mantra was the only thing preventing her from turning toward the exit instead of the bathroom. Thankfully, the hallway leading to the restroom was momentarily deserted, which gave her a chance to lean against the wall and catch her breath, unobserved.

Tonight was the first and last time she’d be stepping foot in this