Page 1 of All for You

Chapter One

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Rani

Five Days til Birthday

I’m so close to eighteen I can almost taste it - it tastes like freedom, like being an adult, like…stale beer. I look down at the frothy glass in front of me and curl my nose at the scent. My older sister must catch the look on my face because she narrows her eyes and shoots me go-to-hell looks the entire time her much older boyfriend is at the table.

As soon as he walks away for some reason, she is scooting closer to me and takes my arm in a bruising hold, “Don’t fuck this up by being a little shit, Rani. If you can’t pretend to be cool, go the fuck home.”

I’ve never been close to my older sister. Ashley is twenty. She’s not supposed to be here either. She’s viewed me as competition for Mom and Dad’s attention and affection since the day they brought me home. She’s a raging bitch on her good days…and tonight isn’t one of those.

This is her birthday present to me - to sneak me into a bar for some underage fun. Whoo hoo! I squirm in my seat and try to pretend to be comfortable. The place isn’t much to look at. What it lacks in ambience it makes up for in eye candy. I’ve never seen so many big men in one place. Looking around the room I notice over time that a lot of the people coming and going are wearing…guns.

The hair on the back of my neck goes up as my eyes fly to Ashley. “Why is everyone here wearing a gun?”

“Keep your voice down, damn it.The Spicy Clamis a cop bar.”

Cop bar? Cop bar. I try the words out in my mind to come up with what they mean. Surely…Ashley wouldn’t have snuck my underage ass into a real, live cop bar with real, live cops coming and going wearing real, live guns. Surely my sister wouldn’t do something like that to me…yeah, she totally would. That bitch!

I fight back the anger that rises inside of me at the mean joke my sister played on me and turn back around to ask her a question only to find the chair she was sitting in empty. I look around but can’t find her. That bitch left me! She snuck me into a cop bar when I’m underaged and up and left my ass sitting. This wasn’t a birthday gift! This was her getting even with me for being born and I can’t do I damned thing about it without implementing myself. That bitch!

“First time?”

A deep voice vibrates through me causing me to feel weird and unsettled. That’s never happened to me before. It causes me to jump which only makes me look fucking guilty as hell. I look over and up…and up some more. The man asking if this is my first time is really fucking tall and has the prettiest eyes I have ever had the privilege of falling into.

What did he ask me? “Excuse me?”

“Is this your first time sneaking into a bar, lying about your age and generally being a bad girl?”

Oh shit! “This…I’m…it’s…I’m not a bad girl.”

It’s the only way I can tell him the truth without getting myself in so much trouble I have to take a ride in one of these guys’ cars and not for any good reason. I am so screwed. And Ashley is so going to get it when I get home! I might shave that bitch’s head after she goes to sleep tonight! But for right now I have to figure a way out of this and what to do about this sexy obstacle giving me shivers. What would a sassy twenty-one-year-old, perfectly legal young woman looking for a good time say given the same situation?

I close my eyes and take a deep breath before I open them and look into the eyes of a man not to be played with. If I didn’t suspect it before I am most certain of it now…I am so screwed!

Chapter Two

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Charlie

I saw her as soon as her little ass walked into the bar. As soon as her big, wide, innocent eyes took in everything new around her I could tell. This little thing is not meant to be here.

I look over at my buddies who are nursing their beers. Jag Kingsley, my partner for many years, and the new guy, Mark, agreed to come out with me for drinks so we can celebrate the close of a hard case that involved a lot of kids. I hate the ones that deal with children. Those are the ones that stay with you.

She’s with another girl who looks similar enough to be related to her and a much older man. Not that I can say anything. As soon as she walked in, my dick stirred for the first time in years. I shift in my seat as I watch her sit at one of the tables and look around again.

The older man isn’t hers. And the woman with her doesn’t seem like a very good…friend? She leaves her as soon as the little thing's head is turned and I already feel the change in the bar, the undercurrent of want turning towards the fresh little cherry.

I’m standing before I can think things through.

“What’s up?” Jag asks me the same question I’m asking myself.

I give him a nod over to the table and try to stand still as he turns his gaze where mine is. “That looks like a problem just waiting to happen.”

“Yeah well, I just happen to be looking for a new problem.”

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