Chapter 8

Chris is sitting at the bar, nursing his tumbler of whiskey. Sherry walks over to Chris, with her lipstick barely there and her black eyeliner now smudged under her eyes. She is an attractive girl but one Chris just has or ever will have an interest in sexually or otherwise.

“You going up to your room Chris?” she purrs running a manicured finger up his arm. She has never been with Chris and it’s an exploit for her to keep trying.

“Nah not yet, Sherry” Chris exclaimed not really interested.

“Okay, you want some company?” she asks knowing that he will turn her down again, but she had to try at least.

“No thanks, processing and want to be left alone. Besides I am heading to the club in a few!” he responds, throwing a smoke between his teeth and lighting up.

“You know I am here for you if you need a release?” she says, winking at Chris as he watches her walk away with that perfect sway to her backside, Chris just chuckles to himself as he returns back to his drink.

Sherry was a street walker back in Melrose but after her pimp almost beat her to death, she wound up trying to push herself on us brothers at Legends Bar and that’s how she ended up here, some of the brothers took a fancy to her and she has been here since.

There is only one woman he wants near his pecker and that would be Paige. God, she is next to perfect in every way that mattered to him. Ever since he and Paige started sleeping together he hasn’t been with anyone else. He would never disrespect her that way.

Well, it is only 2 am and Paige gets off her shift at three. Being one of the bar ladies at Legends really worked in his favor because he could see her while she was on shift. The guys have already started trickling off to their rooms for the night so he grabbed his keys and headed over to Legends so he could be with Paige tonight.

Walking into Legends, the lights are dimmed, only the LED lights contrasting off Paige while she is behind the bar, making her look gorgeous. Her long hair was tied in a messy bun, her cleavage pushing up through the black halter neck top with the Legends logo on the back. Chris walks closer taking in all that is Paige. Those tight black denim with her flat black leather boots, a dream come true, he thinks to himself.

“Hey handsome, how’s it hanging?” she says mischievously, winking at him.

“Throbbing and hanging to the left, a whiskey please babe?” Chris says smugly knowing full well that his throbbing problem will be taken care of tonight when Paige’s shift ends. When Paige had finished tallying up her till and closed off for the night, they ended up going back to Paige’s place. Paige paid the babysitter and watched her leave.

Before the door was even properly closed, Chris was all over her ass. He picked her up by her waist, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He walked her backward till he found a solid wall. Paige’s lips attach to the skin on his neck as she inhales his scent deeply.

“God you smell so good,” she says smiling against his skin as she licks up his neck.

“Not as good as you taste baby,” he says as a little voice rings out from the doorway

“Mommy,” Mickey says, holding onto his teddy around the neck.

“Shit” Chris responds chuckling softly as he puts Paige down, making sure she is steady on her feet.

“I’ll put him back down to sleep babe, you get comfortable it won’t take long,” he says kissing her quickly on the tip of her nose before walking off to Mickey. “Hey little man, what are you doing up this late?” he asks, ruffling up his already messy blond hair before picking up his little body.

Thor.

Thor sat silently in the car on the way home, he told his brothers he would be a few days so no one would be expecting him home so soon. While everyone was sound asleep he made his way upstairs and passed by the room he knew would now be occupied by Chris’ cousin Sabine. He stood frozen in front of her door as he was assaulted by a sweet smell that reminded him of someone he loved many years ago, someone that was murdered.

A smell that pulled him into that room without even realizing that he was moving. He stood frozen next to her bed, staring down at her long dark hair and bronzed legs that go on for miles. Her plump lips, slightly parted as she breathed in and out, were so peaceful, so beautiful he thought to himself. He covered her with a throw blanket and walked out.

He stood breathing heavily she even looked a lot like her he thought wondering about the color of her eyes or even the sweet sound of her voice. Oh shit, he was in trouble here and he knew it. He went into his room, grabbed his bike’s keys, and walked out the door, toward his bike, he needed time to think. So he started his bike and drove to the lake where he could always go to clear his mind and think.

This lake had always come in handy with all the guys, it being the one place that we all turned to, where we can recharge our batteries and connect with the inner us. He parked his bike, dismounted, and went and sat on a rock overlooking the water. He sat there for what felt like hours, well it was hours as the sun was starting to rise and the sky was highlighted in beautiful hues.

None of the brothers know he is back so he better start heading home. When Thor arrived back at the compound he could hear the boys laughing and roughhousing in the dining room, then he hears the laughter and banter of the sweetest voice he has heard. He stands frozen in the doorway watching the long black hair of the woman he has spent hours thinking about. He clears his throat as he walks into the dining room.