Chapter 3

The place was crowded tonight and it was hard to find a parking space, everyone was yelling, some people were standing by the side of the road drinking beer.

Finally I found my spot and parked my car, then I grabbed my purse and walked towards the back of the bar where the workers would enter.

I said hi to the bodyguard and walked through a hallway that had neon green lights.

There were a few band posters that were hanging on the wall.

For example, The 1975, Fall Out Boys, Beatles, Linkin Park, Imagine Dragons, Slipknot, and Panic at the Disco.

I put on a black apron around my waste and walked behind the bar.

"Hey," said a girl who worked with me tonight.

I never got her name so I waved nicely, "Hey, is it busy tonight?"

"Not yet," we chuckled and I started serving drinks.

After about two hours of working I saw Damian at the back of the bar sitting at the table with some of his friends.

Some girls were eye raping him and were trying way too hard to get his attention.

He was talking to his friends about something and he looked really bothered by something.

I shrugged and served another cold bear to group of girls that were giggling about something.

Apparently one of them had her 24th birthday.

After my short 10 minute break I came back to the bar table to serve any more drinks these alcoholics wanted I saw Damian looking at the bar shelves that had a bunch of bottles.

His eyes shot towards me and he waved his hand towards me for me to come to him.

I carefully walked towards him not knowing if he's going to do something or order a drink.

"Hey," he said in a deep voice.

"Hi, you want anything to drink?

It's on the house,"

He looked down playing with a dark red napkin, "No, I was actually wanted to talk to you."

"About what?" I shifted my foot a little bit.

"Last night," he said his eyes shot up at me.

"Oh."

He leaned up towards me and touched my cheek with his hand.

His hand was rough and cold.

I flinched at the feeling, "It still hurts."

"If I will ever see him again he's dead." he said in a very dangerous voice that made goosbumps go down my neck.

"It's fine.

I'm sure he was just dru-"

"Lena!" he cut me off raising his voice.

"He almost fucking raped you.

Are you out of your mind.

That asshole should be put to jail."

"So do you!" I said back to him with a cold voice.

His eyes widened at my choice of words, "You don't know shit about me Lena!"

"Wow, watch your language before you fuck up.

If you know what I mean." Andre said raising his eyebrow at Damian while patting him on his hard shoulder.

What is he talking about and when did he get here?

"You need to report him." Damian said calming his voice down.

"No."

"What happened?" Andre asked looking concerned.

"Why are you guys talking to me anyways, you do realize that I'm a bartender not a girl you can sleep around with."

"Well I'm here cause you make good drinks and Dami is here because he has a crush on you." he pinched Damian's cheeks and they went slightly red.

"Stop touching me you idiot.

I don't have a crush on her." he pushed him making Andre step back a little bit.

Andre laughed, "Are you positive?

No." I roll my eyes at both of them and ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

"Can we talk about last night?" Damian asked pleading me with his beautiful eyes.

"I'm working, and I've already used my break."

"When is your shift over?"

"6 a.m. Don't tell me you're going to be here for another 4 hours."

"Oh he will." Andre cuts in.

I chuckle, "Maybe we can go to SunnySide after that?" Damian suggests begging with his eyes to say yes.

"Oh, can I come too?

I haven't been there for like two years already."

"No." he says giving him a death glare.

I chuckled at their small argument, "Sure, just for a little bit.

I'm getting tired already."

It was finally the end of my shift and I didn't see Damian around after our small conversation.

The club at 6am was practically empty, some people were sitting on the bar chairs with their head on the table, others talking about something, and some girls trying to walk their way out the front door.

I looked around the club and didn't see him around but my eye did catch Andre.

He was talking to one of the girls who danced on stage.

I'm guessing he wants her number, or a one night stand.

I exited the bar and carefully walked towards him.

Him being in a gang I still didn't fully trust him, you never know how they will react.

As I got closer to him Andre turned towards me giving me a questioned look.

"What's up Lena?"

"Have you seen Damian?

Because if he went home I'm going to go home too." I said, explaining to him.

He scrunched his eyebrows looking up a little bit, "Hm, I haven't seen him here for the past hour.

He probably forgot and went home with some bimbo."

I nodded my head feeling the sadness deep down in my stomach, "Thanks." I whispered.

I turned my back towards him and walked away, did he really just ditch me for some slut?

He is a total player of course he would ditch me, look at me I'm probably the most average girl in here.

I grabbed my bag in my locker that I was provided with in the beginning of the job and walked my way towards the exit door.

When I opened the door it was really nice outside, a perfect weather for a picnic or maybe going to the beach.

When I was little my grandmother would take me to the beach and we would stay there all day.

While she would sit on her green beach chair I would be next to the water running away from the ocean waves.

I remember one time I went inside of the ocean water, till it was to my hips and I saw something dark swimming above the water.

There was a man with his 5 year old son behind me pointing at it.

I remember almost shitting my pants as I ran away from the water.

Once I was out of the water I looked at what I thought was a shark but in reality it was just a seal.

Still, in the end I walked back towards my grandmother and told her what happened.

She laughed and me and gave me a ham sandwich.

My mom was never the type to be a good mother, I remember her telling me that the reason she had me was because that's what society wants from a woman and she did her job.

I never had problem with it because I liked being independent and being able to do what I want.

Me and my mom had a discussion when I graduated high school and it had to do with her and my dad traveling.

I knew it was my mom's dream.

I agreed of course and told her to follow her dream...

.as long as she sends me money for my food.

I felt a large cold hand grab my elbow and pull me towards their side.

I gasped and looked up to see Damian, "I thought you left." I said.

"I went to grab a smoke over there and deal with some business." he said, his breath smelled like cigarettes.

I removed my arm from his grasp, "Sorry," he mumbled, "Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah."

"My car is just across the street, come on." he said walking towards the road.

I quickly followed him, trying to catch up with his long strides.

He walked towards the passenger's side and opened the door for him, I said a quick thanks and hopped in. Quickly, I put on the seatbelt and placed my bag between my legs.

He chuckled at me as he got in, "You wear a seatbelt?"

"It's for safety.

I don't want to fly out the window when something happens." I mumbled making my seatbelt tighter.

"Don't worry you're always safe with me." he said, gripping the steering wheel of his range rover.

After a quiet ride towards he SunnySide dinner place we finally got there and Damian parked it next a tree that gave a nice shade.

We both stepped out and I grabbed my purse.

When we entered the place a few large man waved to Damian and he would just nod his head at them.

"Hello, how many?" a waitress behind the table with a notepad said.

She had black hair with a light brown highlights.

"Two,"

She nodded and said, "Follow me," we followed her through the restaurant and she gave us a seat between other tables that had people from the bar.

I remembered some of them ordering a drink, I'm guessing this is what they do after the club.

"Excuse me, can we get a more of a private table?" Damian asked in a cold voice making the girl widen her eyes.

She quickly nodded her head and walked towards the back of the restaurant that was in a room that had tree vines around it.

"Is this good?" she asked.

"Perfect."