Chapter Six: Non-Believer

We started down each other, me in distaste and him in want, both with one-sided feelings.

I got up, so I wouldn't get trapped in his green-gold gaze; I began to dance like I was mean to, mulling over the fuck fest going on in my head.

fucking leprechaun...psychotic idiot...

I shook my head, turning around, my eyes instantly gluing to his form, sitting legs open, a regal look about him. The haze I fell into while I was on stage returned, and he was all I could look at.

I couldn't help but smile when his eyes wandered up to my legs, pausing for a while on my ass as it juggled. He then watched my hands travel up my body, over my breast, and up my neck until my fingers tangled in my red, tightly curled locks.

His eyes then stayed stuck on my face, pulling a premade cigarette from his jacket pocket, lighting it up before blowing smoke in my direction.

I made my way over, standing in front of him, grabbing a hand full of his wild red hair in my hand and yanking his head back to look at me.

"Don't even think about it." I growled, sinking to his eye level, his brow quirked up, begrudgingly. "I do what I want, Lassie." His hands snaked up the back of my legs, boldly grabbing both of my cheeks in his large hands, whatever he could grip anyway. "Not if I break your neck first." One of my hands moved from his hair to grasp his neck, watching his eyes widen. "Ya daft cunt." He growled, grinning, gripping onto me tighter as he inevitably pulled me into his lap.

"I'm a queen, not a cunt, Bar-Brawler." I shoved him back in the seat, my eyes narrowed to slits as we stared off again. "Ya must love touchin' me, Lass. Does it get yer blood pumpin'? Want me to make ya scream as ya did in yer dream?" His voice seemed to get louder, rough, coarse, and husky; he was begging me to do something to set him off. The way he pressed his lips to my ears caused me to shudder; the way his hands wandered my body made my skin flush. I was drawn to this asshole, and I couldn't figure the reason.

I was short of breath, and our faces were barely inches apart from each other. I've felt his lips before, and I punched him in the nose because of it, but right now, I wanted to feel them move.

My hands rested on either side of his face, glaring, fighting with myself against my urges, baring my teeth in frustration.

No! Don't!

It was a little voice in the back of my head screaming at me, urgently telling me to step away and act like nothing ever happened. I dived and leaned forward, smashing my lips against his in urgency. Something deep inside me recognized him, his lips moving in the same emotional urgency against mine.

" Tá mé caillte agat le go leor séasúir..." He pulled back, mumbling against my lips in the same harsh language again, and I bit him, growling.

"Shut the fuck up." I snapped back to my senses then, punching him in the mouth again.

I stumbled away, gasping for breath, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, leaning against the wall on the other side of the room. He sat there, grasping at the new split in his lip, furious. "Yer a crazy lass, ya know that aye?!" He shouted, trying to stop the bleeding. "Shiet, women!" He sighed, flopping back, giving up and letting the blood run.

"Oh, what I would do to yer arse right this moment." His eyes wandered over my flushed skin before looking away from me. "Just pay me so I can get the fuck away from you!" I was spitting mad at this point.

"Away from me, eh? I'm the only one between them and yer violent tendencies. Show me some gratitude!" He fired right back at me, both of us a huffing, panting mess.

He stood up and walked over to me, caging me with his body again, glaring down at me.

" I don't care what side of the bed ya woke up on; I'm all ya got, love. Ya can 'ate me with every bone in yer body, but I don't want to see ya 'ere ever again. "

he pressed his lips to my ear, practically seething as he shook in anger, his accent coming out thick and heavy. " If I come back 'ere, and I see yer rounded peach of an ass cheek bouncin' about the stage, I'll drag ya out by yer g-string."

When he pulled away from me, I saw the crazy gleam in his eyes, knowing that his actions would speak louder than anything he ever said.

"Good day." He said before multiple gold coins fell in a pile on the table and onto the floor.

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By the time I left, it was past midnight. My head was in the clouds the entire night, and everything passed me by in a blur. The coins that he gave me began to giggle noticeably around in the little zip block bag in my duffel as I made it in Jack's crocodile bar. When her eyes landed on me, she immediately could tell that something was bothering me but didn't push the situation as I climbed over the bar.

"Hello, mother." I mumbled, notice from the corner of my eye that she had stopped cleaning her glass to look up at me. "Okay, out with it. I wasn't going to ask, but you only call me mother when you're deeply frustrated about something. Come off it." She threw the towel onto the counter and turned her body to face me fully, her lips pulled down into a frown.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, looking at her. "Ever since I met silver-tongue, shit started falling out of the fucking sky." I leaned on the counter, facing her, my brows furrowed together as I thought about the strange neverending events leading up to tonight. "I told you to be careful around them." She hissed at me in a calm voice, moving closer to my side and grasping ahold of my wrist.

I just shook my head, placing my palm against the side of my temple, growling. " I heard you, mother, but it's a different story when they approach me." I snapped, glaring at her. " guess who found me at the club tonight?" I stood up, walking over, grabbing the whiskey bottle, pulling the top off, and drinking from the shaft.

I was eager to drown my issues, but I knew that wasn't the way to handle it. "Big-Red?" He had a look on her face, exasperated, almost like she expected it.

I pulled the bottle away from my lips, frowning, not even going to bother asking how she knew. " I don't know what's going on between you two, but even when you don't wanna be around each other, it's almost as if gravity is pulling you closer. " she started in my eyes for a moment. "Even when I witness you handing him his ass, I could see it."

I looked at her like she was fucking nuts; there was no way in hell. "The fucks that suppose to mean?!" I was slowly growing irritated, gripping the bottle a little too tightly. "If fate were real, then that would mean you two are each other... Whether that's positive or negative, I need you to be careful." She made sure to lock eyes with me, my temper, frustration, all of it falling away. She wouldn't ever say it to my face, but I knew she was scared for me; I knew in her heart that she couldn't lose anyone else; it would kill her.