Page 38 of All Your Firsts

“No.”

“You said I could leave to go to work, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. Working.”

“Never said you can work here.”

“You never said I couldn’t. The deal was I could be out when I’m working. It’s not my fault you never specified.”

“I shouldn’t have to. You have more money than all these people combined. Stop picking up stupid-ass jobs. Quit and go home.”

“No.”

His eyes widen, and he places more pressure against my throat. “No?”

“No!” I scream in his face. I’m sick of being told what to do, and worse, I hate that he’s right. But the alcohol coursing through my system is making me bold, bitchy, and slightly tipsy.

Vic looks at me with a sinister smirk on his face that has me regretting the way I just yelled at him.

He removes his arm from against my chest and neck slowly, leaving behind a chill of goose bumps as he steps back.

I look at him, confused, as he just stands there.

In a split decision, I make a dash to the bathroom, but he grabs me by the arm and spins me before throwing me over his shoulder. The air gets knocked out of me, and I’m slightly dizzy from how quickly he threw me upside down.

“Let me down now.”Smack. The pain that stings my right ass cheek is instant, making me arch my back. “Did you just...?”Smack. “Ouch, fucking stop.”

“I’ll do it again. Stay still and shut the fuck up.”

“No, fuck you. Let me down,” I say while hitting him against his back and flailing my legs, but nothing gets him to stop walking.

The impact of his next strike lands at the apex of my thighs, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and leaving me rendered speechless as he proceeds down the alleyway.

He’s also maintaining complete silence, leaving me to wonder if he’s aware of the exact spot he just made contact with.

We stop at a bike, and he flips me over onto my feet. “Get on the bike.”

I glance at the long, sleek black bike with chrome metal demon badges near the Harley Davidson logo, then shift my gaze back to him. “No.”

He grabs me by my arms and lifts me onto the bike before placing a helmet on my head. “Move, and I’ll bend you over my knee and spank the shit outta you.”

Did I step into some alternate universe the second I walked into the bar tonight?

This is Vic uncut. He’s on a whole other level and still obviously on a high from his fight.

I keep my mouth shut, and my eyes forward as he jumps on the bike, my self-preservation kicking in as I think about how much he seemed to enjoy the altercation and the rage he purged onto those guys.

Not that I ever doubted Vic’s capability of keeping me safe, but now I understand why Gage sent me here to him. Rage filled his eyes as he hit those guys, making him appear even darker and more dangerous than usual. He looked ready to commit murder.

I look into the mirror on his handlebars, trying to get a read of the look on his face. Yep, still irritated, but the murder is no longer there.

My fingers run against the smooth leather of the seat. I had no clue he had a bike. It’s intimidating, but beautiful.

“What about your helmet?”

“You have it on.”

“Don’t you want it?”

“It’s not required.”

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