Owned by My MC Stepbroter

Chapter5

Throughout the week I mostly hung out with Lauren and read. We went to the beach, got pedicures and manicures, shopped and enjoyed doing nothing. I was often resentful that my mother had money and I didn’t have to work, but enjoyed relaxing on a warm summer day, with nothing to do. Lauren had started talking to a guy that graduated from our high school a few years ahead of us, and he convinced her to make it out to a bar he worked at on Friday. It seemed a bit out of town for my tastes, but I wasn’t complaining. I did everything I could all week to try to keep my mind off Carter, and to no reminisce about the past.

When Laura arrived at my house with Katie, one of our friends who volunteered to be the designated driver, she frowned at my outfit choice. “Really Avery, we are going to a bar, not camping.” Laura commented. I looked at my jean shorts and hooded sweatshirt, and then sighed as Lauren headed into my closet. She came out and tossed a distressed jean skirt on my bed, along with a low cut red tank top. “Can I at least wear flats” I complained, and Laura rolled her eyes.

I changed into the outfit, agreeing it looked casual but sexy at the same time. Laura took my wavy hair and pulled it up into a messy ponytail, teasing it a little, for volume. She sprayed it with hairspray, did my makeup, and tossed menude lip gloss. I went from sulky to sultry in a matter of minutes, and we were ready to go. I chose a pair of strappy brown gladiator flats, and felt confident about myself. It was the perfect pick me up for the week I had.

We jammed out to our favorite girl bands in the car as we headed out of Oceanside, and I was actually in a good mood. I wasn’t planning on meeting any boys, but a low key bar should be relaxing and entertaining. When we pulled up at the bar, I thought the word dive would be too generous for its condition, and shit hole dump would be better. Lauren looked excited to walk in and see her man, so I followed and played along.

I sat on a barstool that had cracked leather that chafed my skin, and looked around at the décor. The bar itself was made of old laminate that was cracked and chipping away, and the tables all looked uneven and like they have seen better days. The bar was dark with a few hanging lights, and there were outdated beer lights and old Play Boy posters on the walls. I almost want to laugh it was such a scene. The three of us girls stood out like a sore thumb, drawing the attention of everyone in there. There was a group of guys wearing matching leather jackets in the back corner in some booths, and I assumed they were part of a gang.

We ordered beers and we were given cans, I assumed they couldn’t afford bottles or didn’t want to deal with the broken glass ifthere were fights. Lauren flirted, and I tried my best not to tough anything. After we were halfway through our second beer, I heard and felt rumbles coming in from outside. I froze, and instantly knew what the sound was. It was the sound of motorcycles, and I instantly feared who may come walking through the door. What are the odds?

I didn’t have to look when the door opened, I instantly felt his presence. I was tense all over; I didn’t want him to think I was following him. I should have known this wasn’t a good idea when Lauren suggested it, and I was seriously doubting her taste in men considering where we were.

“What the hell are you doing here” I heard Carter question behind me, he sounded furious. I turned around to look at him, almost knocked out by the sight of him. He was wearing loose fitting distressed jeans that hung low on his hips, and a plain black t-shirt that was tight around his biceps. His tattoos were complimented by the black leather vest he wore, and he had a bandana on his head. He was towering over me with rage in his eyes. “You girls need to get the fuck out of out here” he commanded, and Lauren and Katie also looked scared.

The bar tender looked up, realizing he made an obvious mistake inviting us there. That’s when it hit me that Carter was probably there on business. That meant we were in the middle of a transaction that was about to go down, or we were in serious danger. I felt Carter’shand grab my armand pull me up offthe stool. “Avery get out of here now” He said again, closer tomy ear so he didn’t cause more of a scene. I headed to the door, with Katie and Lauren following me. There were about five guys escorting us to our car, and I saw Carter go to the guys in the back ofthe bar.