Page 60 of The Originals

“Fuck,” Grain muttered, grasping his mouth, eyeing her.

When the door jingled, she glanced over Grain’s shoulder to the entrance. Mick, Dunn, and Mack walked in. It wasn’t rare to see the MC brothers in Lawry, especially at the bar. However, she had a distinct feeling they were there for Grain. The fact that he refused to make eye contact with her was a dead giveaway.

The men walked over, taking seats at the bar next to Grain. Regina folded her arms and smiled at the three men.

“Long way from home, boys.”

Mick smiled then glanced between her and Grain. Of all of them, Mick seemed to have a keen sense on the tension. Mack, on the other hand, did not. As per usual, he perused her body. There was a code in the club, which Mack seemed to disregard when it came to Regina.

Mick cleared his throat. “Getting a drink and some food before we head out.”

Regina drew in a breath, resisting the urge to glare at Grain. She should’ve known that making any type of plans with Grain could never be set in stone. The club always came first. For the most part, Regina understood and accepted it. Not this time.

“Yeah, where you headed?” There was a bite in her tone.

“Outta state. Business,” Mack said, arching his brow.

“Out of state? That sounds like you’ll be gone a while.”

Mack nodded. “A few days.”

A few fucking days.

Regina slowly angled her head, glaring directly at Grain. He had the decency to not turn away this time. He stared back, and his jaw squared. This would be a fight, but not one she’d win. In very rare instances, she backed down. There was only one thingthat prompted it. Disappointment. Anger she could handle, but being let down always hit differently.

Regina looked over at the brothers.

“What do you guys want?”

Regina took their order, purposely not taking Grain’s. She walked to the back, and when she heard him call her name, she drew up her hand and gave him the middle finger.

Fuck you, Grain.

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Fuck me.

Grain white-knuckled the glass, watching her every move. She’d strategically stationed herself at the opposite end of the bar, even having a waitress bring them out their food. Except Grain. She refused to take his order. Food was the last thing on his mind watching her smile and chat with a guy at the end of the bar. He’d been warned, and out of respect for Ernie he’d keep his temper in check, but if that guy so much as laid one finger on his woman, all bets were off.

As for Regina, she was going to answer to him when he got her home.In three fucking days, asshole.

“Gee,” he snapped, and when she looked over, he curled his finger. When she raised her brows but made no move to walk over, he glared, mouthing, “Now!”

Regina smirked, which intensified his anger, and he balled his fist. She rolled her eyes, sighed, and straightened. She sauntered down the bar, folded her arms, and bent over, leaning against the bar. She was giving Grain the same view that motherfucker had gotten. Cleavage, leaving little to the imagination. His blood boiled through his veins, and his nostrils flared.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Working, baby.” Regina pressed her arms to her breasts, which tugged her shirt down even more. “Got no other plans but working.”

Déjà vu. This scene was all too familiar.

“Pull up your fucking shirt.” Grain growled.

Regina cocked her head, making no move to do as she was told. “Why, Grain? You know, I’ve heard guys like tits.”

“We do.” Mack snickered, and Grain turned his venomous sneer on his brother.

“Shut the fuck up.”