Diego: Leatherbacks MC by Heather West

whiskey.”
     
    “Fuck you.”
     
    I walked away from the table, feeling a little shaky.  His anger was apparent, but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it.  I wasn’t going to his room and Dio would come down on him if he pushed the issue too hard.  Perhaps he had been a bit cool to me lately, but his showing up at the table told me that I was right about him being jealous of me out on the floor.  In fact, I wasn’t done pushing his buttons just yet.  I just had to be subtle about it.
     
    I still had several hours to go in my shift, so I targeted every person on my list who I thought might be able to help me, making quite the production of flirting with them and spending as much time as possible with those who seemed to be well inebriated and a little more forthcoming with anything of use.  At the end of the night, I really hadn’t gathered much, but at least I knew who might be good to talk to again.  I had sorted out the tight lips from the loose.
     
    “You need to pack up and get out of here.  Your shift is over and I’m not sure that I’m going to let you come back unless it is behind the bar.”
     
    I turned to face Dio as he pulled away from growling his little order in my ear.  I looked him in the eyes defiantly, as if I was not afraid of him.  It was a struggle to maintain my cool when I was on the verge of shaking all over, as much out of anger at him for making me feel something for that one night and then just acting like I didn’t exist as any fear he might instill as anything else.
     
    “I am almost done with my shift.  I need to cash out at the bar and then I will be going home.  Would you like to come with me?”
     
    “No, I wouldn’t.”
     
    “Of course not.  Can’t have anyone believing they are good to you as anything more than a one-night stand.”
     
    “I’ve already warned you, Ana.  Watch yourself.  Be careful what you say to me.”
     
    “Or what?”
     
    “That is something you won’t really care to learn.”
     
    I watched as he turned and walked away.  Cocky, arrogant bastard!  I was nothing more than a plaything to him.  I couldn’t remember the last time a man had made me as angry as he did.  Beneath that, there was more than just a bit of hurt, though I didn’t want to admit that I was falling for someone like Dio.  I didn’t want to admit that I might be losing sight of what I had come here to do.
     
    Still seething, I did what I needed to at the bar and then grabbed my purse to head to the elevator.  I was almost there when I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I turned, expecting to see Dio, and instead found myself face to face with Micah, drunk and obviously pissed off about something.
     
    “You think you are too good for someone like me?  You only go for fucking the boss?”
     
    “What?  No.  I didn’t say anything like that, Micah.  Come on, I thought we were friends.”
     
    “I’ve got enough friends.  I don’t need anymore.  What I do need is to get laid tonight.”
     
    “Well, if that is what you need to do, I am sure there are plenty of girls who would be happy to go back to your room with you.”
     
    “I don’t want any of them.  I’ve decided to fuck you.”
     
    “You need to step off, Micah.”
     
    My heart thudded heavily.  He was very drunk now and he had an iron grip on my shoulder.  I looked around to see that we were alone in the corridor that led to the garage elevators, despite the crowded casino around us.  I glanced up at the camera above.  Hopefully security was watching.  He was beginning to hurt me and I told him so.
     
    “You need to let go of my shoulder, Micah.  That hurts.”
     
    “I’ll let go when I’m good and damned ready to let go.”
     
    “Micah, please…”
     
    “Don’t fucking please me.  All of you women are nothing more than whores.  You all think you are too good for me.  Well, tonight ain’t your night, honey.  I’m about to show you what happens to cock