Page 16 of The Originals
Mick slipped onto the empty stool next to Jack. He noticed a stack of papers in front of his president. It took him a second to realize they were divorce documents. Jack and his old lady had been separated for years after he caught her stepping out on him.Good fucking riddance.Mick could never understand what Jack saw in a woman like her. But they did have the boys together.
“Is it official yet?” Mick asked.
Jack sipped his beer and smirked. “Getting there. This bitch is worse than a fucking nomad. Can never find her ass. Finally tracked her down with some help.”
The club had a lot of resources for finding people.
“So, how’s that gonna work with the boys?”
Jack slowly angled his head. “She abandoned them years ago and never looked back. Showing up when it’s convenient and good for her. She don’t give a shit about my boys.”
Mick shook his head. “Thought maybe she’d have a ‘come to Jesus’ moment.”
Jack snorted, taking a drag from his cigarette. “I’m sure she’s coming a lot, but it ain’t to Jesus.”
Mick laughed, and a few others at the bar joined in. Jack looked over at Mick and then over his shoulder before a quick scan of the bar.
“Where’s the girl?” Jack asked.
Girl. Compared to Mick she definitely fit the description. At twenty-two, there was an eleven year age difference. Oddly, the gap didn’t feel so big when they were together. Meg was more mature than most women her age. And for his part, Mick might be more youthful.
“Meg,” Mick said.
Jack bowed his chin and arched his brow. “Where is she?”
Probably in bed. Hers, not his. He’d never quite understood the phrase sexually frustrated.Until now.He respected her and wouldn’t push, especially on the first date when she’d made it clear sex was off the table tonight. However, that kiss had replayed in his mind the whole ride back. One kiss and he was harder than a steel rod.
And he was going to bed alone.
Fuck!
“Home.” Mick tapped on the bar. It was his universal sign forget me a beer. The girl behind the counter rushed over, reached into the cooler, and pulled out a bottle, placing it on the bar.
Cap on.You can’t fucking open it?He was seconds from asking when another club whore rushed over, and grabbed the bottle. She brought the lip to the edge of the bar, slammed her fist down, and popped off the cap. Impressive. She offered a small smile and slid the bottle in front of him.
“Thanks, Coll.”
Colleen smiled but didn’t say a word. To him. She shifted her gaze to Jack. “Do you want anything?”
The innuendo was hard to miss.
Mick glanced over at Jack.
“I’m good, darlin’.” Jack lifted his chin, dismissing her, and Colleen followed the cue. She sauntered across the bar. Even Mick wasn’t above watching the display. Her ass cheeks practically hung out of her shorts, and her halter top may as well have been a nipple covering since it showed everything else. It was a standard uniform for most of the club whores. Somehow, she stood out.
Colleen had come to a party a few months back and never left. Wild was an understatement. She’d quickly become a club favorite with her up for anything attitude.
Mick looked over at Jack, who was sipping his beer and discreetly enjoying the show that was Colleen. Long, dark, wavy hair, soft and kind brown eyes, and a perfect body. And she was sweet, which he didn’t see often from the women at the club.
“No one snatched her yet, huh?”
Jack glanced over at him. “Think Dunn’s trying but getting a lot of pushback from the brothers.”
Of course he would. If a brother staked claim, the others would back off. There was no code when it came to club whores, but if Dunn made her his old lady, the brothers would respect it.
Colleen grabbed a few empty bottles from the bar and slyly glanced over in their direction.She’s not looking at me.
Mick sipped his beer and raised his brows. “She seems to like you, brother.”