It was my regular night at work were I was serving men their alcohol drinks. Some were here to talk to me about their relationship problems others were trying to hit on me or get my name. The number one rule in this bar is that the female bartender should never tell anyone her name. The reason is because it was for safety. There were a few gangs in this city and some were really dangerous.
The first gang was the Donati gang, most dangerous one, they were always in the news for raping girls, abuse, or drugs. I’ve never seen the gang leader but I’m sure he’s very creepy looking. The other gang is the De Rege gang. The gang is pretty much mostly about drugs and alcohol. I’ve never seen them on the news but I do know that the leader, Christopher, is a ladies’ man and I agree with that because he has my heart.
“Hello sexy lady” said a man in front of me wearing a black coat and his completely messed up hair. He looked around the age of 48 and he was really starting to bother me.
“What would you like?” I asked cleaning the counter in front of me with a blue rag.
“Get me a Cape Codder baby” he winked at me showing me his yellow teeth.
“Don’t call me that!”
“Why not? Baby.”
“Because I said so, and it’s against the rules to flirt with the bartender” I said pointing at the sign above me that said, “No flirting with female bartenders”
There were always rules when it comes to being bartender or what I like to call them ‘Problems’.
1. Do not lean over the bar. It’s called personal space and you’re invading it.
2. Constantly being asked to make a drink strong. Do I come to where you work and tell you how to do your job? Don’t think so.
3. Don’t ask for a free drink because it’s your birthday I guarantee there are 20 other birthdays in here tonight. I don’t know you or care that it’s your birthday. Try tipping well and a free drink might come your way.
4. Barbacks that are nowhere to be found when you actually do need them.
5. Girlfriends that don’t let their dudes tip for the simple fact that you’re a pretty girl.
6. Packed bar and some asshole orders a purple parrot and 5 other complex girly drinks. We are busy and this is annoying keep it simple, bro.
7. Line juice in the eye. Ouch.
Those are just a few here….
“Well, you’re so hot I just could help. My stick went up just by looking at you.” he whispered.
I gulped and turned around grabbing a bottle of vodka, cranberry and pineapple juice. I took the highball glass, I added 2 ounces of vodka and mixed the 2 juices. And I finished it off with a garnish, lime wedge. “Do you want ice in your drink?”
“2 cubes please, make sure they’re really hard.”
“Sir, I would stop if I were you.” said another voice. I turned around and saw one of Christophers best friends. I think his name is Andre. He has brown hair and he was wearing a leather jacket that made him look dangerous.
“Or what little boy?” the creep said grabbing the drink that I placed in front of him and sipping on it.
“Before I bash your head against this counter and shove that martini up your ass.”
His eyes went wide and he stood up and left. I took a deep breath and grabbed the glass and placed it in the sink.
“Are you alright?” Andre asked standing in front of me.
“Well you just scared him away and he didn’t pay for his drink” I chuckled.
Andre put his hands in his pockets and brought out a 50$ cash. “Keep the change” he said and walked away towards the dance floor that was filled with girls wearing the shortest dresses on this planet. And they were so tight that I don’t even know how could they even breath in them. For the next hour I was serving drinks left and right with shoving some tips into my purse.
Soon as I look up I saw Christopher wearing black jeans and a white T, his hair was messy and I knew he didn’t cut his hair for a while. He usually has it a little bit shorter than usual, maybe he was busy with the gang. He was dancing with some girl that had hair as black as my dress. She had raccoon eyes and dark red lipstick. Her high heels were about five inches but she still didn’t reach his height. I wonder how tall Chris is, I see him always talk to a few guys around her and he’s always taller than them. He grabbed her waste and started to drag her towards the bar. I shook my head back and forth to stop the tears come out from my eyes. I wish that was me.
“Hi, can I get two Dirty Martinis,” Chris asked with 2 of his fingers in the air. Almost showing a peace sign.
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I nodded and took 1 ounce of dry vermouth, 1/4 ounce olive juice and mixed it in a mixing glass filled with ice. I stirred it for a couple of seconds and strained it into a chilled cocktail glass. In the end, I finished it off with 2 olive.
I put it in front of them without giving them any eye contact because I wasn’t in the mood of watching her suck on his neck. He gives me a 50$ and walks away with drinks in his left hand.
“Damn you look broken,” said a guy not too far away from me sipping onto his cold beer.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“You looked like he just broke your heart, is he your ex or something?”
“Um no. He doesn’t really know who I am.” I trailed off looking around.
“Are you sure? He was watching you the second he came in here.” he chuckled finishing off his beer.
I laughed, “I think you had too much beer”
“And I think you need to open your eyes and look around, you’re a very pretty girl. I’m sure any guy would love to be with you. If it wasn’t for my wife I would have totally hit on you.” he laughed at the and walked out of the bar. I saw him get into his Toyota and drive away down the street.
There was no way that Christian was looking at me the whole entire time. My phone buzzed telling me that my shift was over. I smiled and packed all of my stuff into my bag, I grabbed my coat from the hanger and walked out of the bar. The girl that was working the shift after I was already there, I never had to wait for her. I worked here for about 9 months and I still didn’t learn her name. She isn’t my type of a friend anyway, so I shouldn’t bother.
As I walked down the street it was already 3 a.m. and I could hear police sirens somewhere far away from me. Some men yelling down the street and some young girls having the time of their life. I remember my teenage years, me and my friends would always go to this bar and get drunk. And the next day we tried to hide from our moms telling them that we ate something bad.
I felt someone grip my sides and push me to the side. His grip was really strong and I hope he isn’t in a gang because if he is I got into some serious trouble somehow. Maybe I entered the wrong border?
“Mmm, you smell so sweet. I wonder how you taste.” he whispered into my ear and I knew it was that creep from the bar.
“Don’t you fucking touch me,” I wiggled around trying to get his dirty hands off of me.
“Don’t get me mad princess, if you were nice to me at the bar this wouldn’t have happened.”
I screamed for help and he covers my mouth with his hand that smelt like old cheese. I bit his arm and he slapped me on my right cheek making my head whip to the other side. Tears started flow down my cheeks, is this how women get raped?
“Stop,” I cried and he slapped me again making my cheek sting.
He took my coat off of me leaving in just my black dress that I was wearing. He threw me against the wall and started to suck on my neck and I tried to push him off of me and I knew that I was too weak.
Suddenly, I felt free from his heavy weight I opened my eyes and saw Christopher holding onto creepy mans collar and beating his face up. I slid down the wall holding onto my cheek that was probably more red than a tomato. When the creep has finally passed out in front of Christopher I looked at his bloody nose and didn’t feel sorry. He absolutely deserved it.
Christopher looked down at me with worry in his light blue eyes, “Are you alright.”
More tears went down my eyes, does he not realize that I was almost raped? No girl on this planet would ever be alright.
“I’m fine” I said whipping away any tears that were on my cheek.
He kneeled down towards me, “Don’t touch me.” I said. He’s a gang leader who knows what he will do to me.
“Listen, your cheek looks really bad right now and I don’t want you to go home alone at this time. Let me carry you to my car.”
“I can walk myself.” I got up and grabbed my coat and placed it on top of my shoulders. Christopher handed me my purse and I quietly grabbed it. “Follow me.” he said.
I followed him into his GMC truck, he opened the door for me and I slid inside. I saw him run around the hood and he quickly got inside turned on the heat. The night was cold today and I couldn’t wait to get home into my warm bed.
“Do you want to know my address or…”
“I’m taking you to my place, I’m sure it’s closest than your house. If you don’t mind of course.” he said looking at me.
“It’s fine. I guess.” I whispered looking out the window.
When we arrived at his house I was amazed at the sight in front of me. The house was sandy color and on the right section there was a garage door that looked like it was created out of wood. I could see the front door and the balcony right above it. This wasn’t a mansion but for sure it was a nice modern house for a gang leader. He parked his car in front of the garage and put his window up. I heard the garage door open and I saw a motorcycle inside and some boxes.
“Come on, I have some first aid kit in the kitchen.” he said opening his door as I opened mine. I got out and grabbed my bag.
He waited for me to reach him and he lead me towards the door that connected the garage and the house. When I entered the house it was really clean. Everything was in its place where it meant to. The floors were made out of bamboo wood and it was really quiet.
When we entered the kitchen all of the tables were made out of granite and it was mostly all white except the white bowl of fruit that was standing on the table. They were red strawberries and they made the kitchen look much better. Even though they were just strawberries.
I saw Christopher bent down and get out a red med-kit. Next he opened the fridge and got out an ice pack. Then he gently took a white cloth and whipped any dirt that I had on my cheek from falling down.
His breath fanned over my face and I felt my heart accelerate. “Do you always walk home alone?”
“No, I’m just getting my car fixed at the dealership. I should get it tomorrow.” I whispered.
He nodded his head and gently placed the ice pack on my red cheek. I whinsed at the pain, “Sorry” he whispered.
“Would you like some water, tea,…coffee?”
“No, I should be going.” I turned around and as I was about to take another step he grabbed my free hand and turned me back around to face him.
“Wait, just stay here the night it’s already 4 a.m. I’m sure you’re really tired”
“Well, I-I um.” I stuttered.
He gave me a small smile, “You can sleep in the guest bedroom. And tomorrow morning you can leave if you like.”
“Um, sure thanks.” I said removing my bag from my cheek.
He nodded his head, “Follow me”
“I walked upstairs and saw a white door. He opened it and I saw a bedroom that had gray walls and a beautiful chandelier handing from the ceiling. The bed had white sheets and there was a TV hanging on the wall. There was also a desk and a dresser.
“That room over there is the bathroom, if you want to use a shower go right ahead.” he smiled, “Good night.”
“Night.” I said.
I plopped down on my bed and fell into deep sleep with the same ice pack on my cheek.
After about a couple hours of sleep I got up and looked at the small clock next to the warm bed. It was 7 a.m. and I knew I had to get out. It’s never safe to be in a gang leaders house. Who knows what’s going to happen when I’ll wake up. I quickly made my bed like it was when I first entered the house and tip toed down the stairs making as less noise as possible. The house again was really quiet and I could hear some wind outside. I grabbed my coat and my purse and opened the front door and slipped out. I took out my phone and dialed a taxi phone number that can take me to my car dealership I hope they’re open at this time.
I woke up by the sun going through my window and looked at my phone. 10:25 a.m. I should get up and see what Mia is doing. She’s probably still sleeping from last night. Slowly I got up and walked quietly towards her door. Still, I can’t believe what happened last night. Not only I saved her but how close I was to kissing her.
I opened the door and looked at the bed, it was made like no one was even here. Was what happened last night a dream? I smelled the pillow and I could still smell her perfume on it. This definitely wasn’t a dream.
Quickly I ran downstairs and saw the med-kit that was out on the marble counter table. So I wasn’t dreaming. Why did she leave? Is she afraid of me? Or does she have another boyfriend at her house.
The thought of that made my blood boil. If I ever see him he would be dead.
To be continued…
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