Chapter 1
I've been working in the office at Romero Brothers Scrapyard for about six months now and I get along with everyone. Well, almost everyone. There's one guy that works here that is a royal pain in the ass. Atleast, a pain in mine. Angel Reyes. That man thinks he's God's gift to women when he's just an asshole on a Harley. I'm sitting in the office, calculating Coco's numbers when, said asshole, walks in with his. "Here." he says and tosses it on the desk before heading towards the door. "Prick." I mumble and he stops at the door. "What was that?" he asks. "I called you a prick." I tell him. "Why do you have to be such a bitch?" he asks. "Why? Can't handle it? I always knew you were a pussy." I say and smirk. "Bitch you wish I wanted your pussy." he says before heading towards the door. "You mean your dick hasn't rotted off?" I ask and he stops again. "Angel, go on." Bishop tells him. He walks out the door, huffing and Bishop looks at me. "You good?" I nod and say "Sorry Bish. He just pisses me off and all he has to do is walk into the room." I tell him. "I know. It's actually amusing." he tells me laughing before heading into his office.
After work, the guys come walking into the office to clock out and I'm still calculating the last of the numbers. "Time to go chica." Creeper says. "Almost done." I tell him. "Having trouble counting puta?" Angel asks and I stiffen. "Having trouble reading your chicken scratch asshole." I say and Creeper pushes him out the door. "You good?" Coco asks. "Yeah. I just fucking hate him." I say and he laughs. "Yeah. Club's got a bet over which one takes the other out first." he tells me and I look at him shocked. "Really?" I ask and he nods. "Fuck. What's the pool up to?" I ask. "Oh no. Don't need you getting any ideas." he tells me. "What makes you think I don't already have it planned out?" I ask. "Shit bebita. Come on. Finish that shit tomorrow. We need a drink." he tells me.
We walk into the clubhouse and to the bar and I order a beer. "Take some shots with me." Coco says. "Nah. Don't want to get drunk. Can't control my mouth when I'm drunk." I tell him. "I'll keep you straight." he tells me. I point at him and say "Anything happens and I'm blaming you." I tell him and he nods. "I gotta claim a dorm." I tell him. "Already had boyscout set one up." he tells me and I kiss his cheek.
A couple of hours later, I'm not feeling any pain and still taking shots with Coco when Angel walks up. "You done wasting time with perra?" Angel asks and I go to say something but Coco stops me. "Nah brother. We're good." Coco says and tries to turn me back towards the bar. "Why don't you find your little puta for the night and stop spoiling our fun?" I slur. He tries to step closer to me and Coco gets between us. "Back up mana." Coco says. "You fucking her?" Angel asks. "Nah. But you're both drunk and that can get ugly." Coco says. He turns towards me and says "Time to call it a night chica." Coco says before he leads me down the hall.
I walk into my dorm and strip down and climb into bed. I look at my phone and text my boyfriend Max. Crashing at the clubhouse. Got a little drunk and can't drive. Call you tomorrow. Love you. I put my phone on the nightstand before falling asleep for the night.
Waking up the next morning, I get up and dressed before walking out to the main room. "Can I get some coffee to go?" I ask the prospect and he pours me a fresh cup in a to go cup. "Thanks EZ." I say before heading towards the door. Walking outside, I walk down the front steps and Angel is heading inside, shoulder checking me as he passes. "Watch it asshole." I say. "You're still here?" he asks, glaring. "On my way out." I say and mumble "Stupid fuck." He stops and asks "What was that?" I smirk and say "I called you a stupid fuck." He starts to stomp closer and Gilly gets in front of him. "Olivia, go." Gilly says. "Bye Gilly." I say before getting to my car. I look in the rearview mirror and see Angel seething. I reach my hand out of the window and flip him off, knowing that's me having the last word.