Chapter 2

"Stop barking, Rambo. It's just me." I laughed as I picked up a cooking pan off the floor that I accidently had dropped. Any little sound that Rambo heard he automatically thought that it was an intruder and started barking like a crazed dog.

Rambo, my inherited Chihuahua, barked once more as he entered the kitchen and watched as I continued to put away the dishes into their proper compartments.

"Are you hungry boy?" I asked as I went to the fridge to get some his food.

He gave a small bark and I took that as a yes.

" I'm going to work late again. So you're going to be home alone for a few hours. You think you can manage without me?" I asked him as I poured the contents of his food onto his pink dog bowl.

He came up to me and scratched at my legs. I picked him up and gave him a quick peck on the top of his head. " I know boy. Ill miss you too, I don't want to go either but mama has to bring home the bacon."

He licked my cheek and looked up at me with his big hazel marbled eyes.

"Aw don't give me those eyes Rambo. I'll be back in no time." I scratched at his neck. "I'll make it up to you. How about we go out for a very long walk tomorrow at the park? I know you've been checking out the white poodle that's been hanging around there."

He licked at my cheek hungrily.

"You little pervert." I giggled and set him down along with his bowl of food.

I watched my little fur ball eat enthusiastically. He was the only thing in my life that made me feel better and keep me in a sort of calm. Rambo was a small blonde and white Chihuahua with humongous hazel eyes. He was 6 years old and full of energy for something so small, and incredibly overprotective.

He used to belong to my mother. She loved him so much. Where ever she went she brought him with her. She found him one morning as she took her morning stroll like always. He was only a puppy then. He had been between trash bins looking for scraps of food. My mother quickly snatched him up and brought him home. And that was that. They had been inseparable until the day she died.

That was four years ago. She died a week after my high school graduation. She died in my arms with Rambo on her lap…

I quickly shook the memory out of my mind. Thinking about my mother's death was the last thing I wanted. I could think about it after I got off work, when I could really break down and cry.

I went to my old bedroom and started to get ready for work, and like always I paused at my closet door in frustration after finishing doing my doing hair. There wasn't a uniform required at work but Big Jer expected all the waitresses to have a certain look. And that look was being half naked while serving food to the clientele. It was totally degrading and I wasn't going to be a part of it.

All the waitresses wore tiny little outfits to work. Their hair, makeup, and nails were always done. The bar n'grill could have easily be mistaken for a strip joint. That's how badly the waitresses would dress, and that included my cousin Maria. But Maria always loved to show off her body, she had no problem being sexy and flirty with random strangers. I on the other hand was the complete opposite. I dressed like a nun compared to her and the rest of the waitresses at the bar…

It's been a three weeks since I first started working at the bar n' grill and it hasn't gotten much better working there. If anything I think I was getting worse at being a waitress. I mixed peoples orders all the time. I spilled drinks, and broke dishes like no ones business, on the hour. I was surprised Big Jer still hadn't fired my ass. I wouldn't even blame him if he did. I must be the worst waitress in the history of waitressing. I should receive a trophy or something for it. I was really that bad.

I guess some people aren't cut out for the food service industry and I was clearly one of them. It was embarrassing how truly horrible I am at it.

And it doesn't help that the rest of the waitresses don't like me. I have no idea why though! I'm a pretty nice person, at least I think I am. I always make polite conversation and have tried to get to know them but they always seem to be annoyed by my presence. Maybe it's because I am so horrible at my job or that I refuse to dress like a slut…but still! I'm nice!

The clientele still very much consisted of bikers, truckers, and questionable individuals.

I don't know what it was about the bar that attracted those kind of characters but there they were. They made good business for Big Jer and he didn't much mind who his customers were or did just as long as they kept ordering drinks and paid their tab.

My customer service wasn't the greatest. I mean, I'm extremely nice to the patrons but I cant seem to keep orders straight to save my life. A cheeseburger always manages to appear on someone's table that hadn't even ordered or wanted it but I was nice dammit! You would think that would count for something when it came down to paying the bill and leaving me a tip. But no.

I always get hit on though. That annoyingly hadn't changed. If anything it had gotten worse just like my waitressing which was bizarre considering that I didn't even show as much skin as the rest of the girls there. But apparently men think its okay to say whatever pops up in their head and say it out loud to you, even if it something completely inappropriate.

Take last night for example; I was busing a dirty table and I was bending over the table to reach for some plates that were at the end of the table when a man appeared next to me and said to me, "Nice ass, baby. I have lube in my truck. Let's go and really put that fine ass of yours to work."

Like, who seriously says that to a woman? And think it's okay?

I didn't even respond. I was too tired and annoyed.

I only rolled my eyes at him and walked away. And he called me a 'fucking tease'.

The men at the bar were real charmers. Not.

I couldn't wait to save up enough money to get the fuck out of Oakland.

I needed a second job to speed up the process because being a waitress barely paid the bills.

I sighed and banged my head against the door.

"Ow." I rubbed my forehead and threw the closet door open.

I quickly dressed in a pair of denim short shorts and my navy colored NYU tshirt. The tee was short sleeved and a bit tight on my body and the shorts were skin tight as well. This was the sluttiest I would ever dare dress for the job.

I went over to my shoe section of my closet and I couldn't find what I was looking for.

Damn.

"Rambo, have you been in my red converse shoes?" I yelled as I looked under a pile of dirty clothes hoping to find them there. Nothing.

I got on my hands and knees, and searched for them everywhere around my bedroom but they were nowhere to be found.

"Rambo, did you go in my closet and take them? You know you are not supposed to go there." I said as I crawled to my bed and looked under it. No shoes except for dust balls and dirty clothes I had accidently kicked under here.

I went to Rambo's doggie bed that was in the living room and lifted the blankets off the bed and voila! My right side shoe was there with the shoes laces chewed off.

"Rambo!" I turned to look for him but he was suddenly standing there in front of me, with my left side shoe. The shoe's laces were hanging from his mouth, as if he had been dragging the shoe over because God knew the little guy wouldn't be able to carry the whole shoe in his mouth. My shoe probably weighed more than him.

"Very bad boy, Rambo." I grabbed the shoe from him, went to the sofa and put both shoes on. My right shoe felt weird but considering the damage that Rambo had caused to it but I didn't have time to change the damn thing. " You know you aren't supposed to go and eat mommy's shoes."

He looked at up at me with an innocent expression.

"Oh no you don't. Don't you try to deny that you took them. I caught you red handed, buddy."

He turned away from me and went to his bed in a puff.

"And now im running late." I said annoyed.

I quickly went to my room, grabbed my purse, keys, and jacket. I headed to the front door thinking about all the millions of insults Big Jerry was going to throw my way for being late and for not looking like a whore.

"I have 2 minutes to haul ass to the bus stop." I said to myself as I headed to the door. I glanced at Rambo. "I'll deal with you later Rambo but be a good boy. Love you kid!"

I ran out the door and headed for the bus stop.

And yeah, I realize how weird it is to talk to a dog.

I ran as fast as I could to the bus stop.

"Wait! Stop! Im here!" I yelled as I came around the corner into the metro bus station and saw my bus pulling out from the curve.

I waved my arms up like a mad woman and screamed, " Stop! Please! STOP!"

The bus's rear lights lit up red. It stopped.

I smiled in relief and kept on running to the front of the bus.

The double doors automatically swung open and was greeted by Penny's friendly face.

" Girl, you better get your butt in here before I decide to leave your skinny ass behind." Penny laughed as the bus tilted down to let me on.

I quickly jumped onto the bus and tried to catch my breath as I swiped my bus pass through the machine. "Thanks Pen." I said out of breath.

"No problem sugar. I tried stalling as much as I could but I got a schedule to keep, ya know how it goes." Penny tilted the bus straight up into positioned and drove.

"No, yeah I get it. Thanks again." I smiled and took my usual seat in the bus. I was directly behind Penny as she drove.

"You know I love you honey but you seriously need to start driving. You cant keep riding the bus this late at night. Especially when you work in such a shady place." Penny said as she looked at me through her rear view mirror. "There's a lot of creepy ass people out here."

I rolled my eyes and kept on smiling. "Are we really going over this again, Penny?"

"Darn tootin." She said loudly as she kept on driving.

All the passengers on the bus turned to look at Penny like she was crazy and gave me an annoyed look. They hated whenever someone disturbed the silence in the bus.

I ignored them and looked at Penny's reflection from the mirror. I knew she was about to give me the same lecture she has been giving me ever since I was 16 years old and told her I refused to learn how to drive.

Penny started off her lecture in the importance of driving. I smiled and nodded politely like I always did.

Penny White is a 61 year old woman who ive known since I was 13 and started riding the bus. I met her on my first day of school actually. She's been a public bus driver for 20 plus years now. And she loves every moment of it, at least she's told me she has. She's incredibly sweet and outgoing. She's a grandmother to 15 kids. And each and every one of their smiling faces hung on her side window as she drove, pictures scattered all around her. She spoke of her family fondly most of the time but complained about them as well. She was so easy to talk to. She had a strong and authoritative voice for someone her age. You could easily open up to her, like you would do with your own sweet grandmother, which I never got to do because my own grandmother hated my guts. And also my grandmother happened to be the fucking devil.

The old bat hated me! I still can't believe she out lived my mother. If anyone deserved to kick the bucket it, was my grandmother. She's a grade A bitch. I know it's a horrible thing to say about someone but my grandmother is straight up evil. She made my life and my mother's life miserable. She wasn't happy unless she made us suffer. Even in my mother's death bed she showed no compassion to her daughter. Well sorta…

'God, I fucking hate her.' I thought.

I felt guilty even saying in my head though. My mother always used to scolded me if I said one bad thing about her mother. She loved her deeply despite all the horrible things she had done to us. She always taught me to be nice to everyone even though they clearly didn't deserve it. And that included her mother.

My grandmother never made it a secret why she hated me and my mother so much. My mother fell in love and married a white guy, my father. And that, for my grandmother was the greatest betrayal of them all. In my grandmother's eyes my mother turned her back on her culture, her beliefs and on her family's traditions. The whole thing was completely ridiculous and so old school, and a bit racist but that was the reason my grandmother Lupe hated my mother. And me, I was the evidence of my mother's supposedly sinful betrayal. I looked nothing like my mother or the rest of my relatives. The only physical attribute I inherited from my mother was her caramel colored eyes and that was it. I was the spitting image of my father, or I had been told.

And I think that's why my grandmother hated me even more…

"Are you even listening to me Ms. Parker?" Penny asked annoyed.

I snapped back to reality and realized I had spaced out. I had only caught the last bit of Penny's lecture.

"Of course I am, Pen." I grinned as my stood up from my seat and went to stand next to her, my stop was coming up, I didn't even have to ring the bell. Penny knew where I was getting off. " I appreciate the lesson Pen but like I've said before. Driving isn't my thing. I rather just walk. I like walking anyway. It's less stressful than worrying about running over someone with the car, or in your case a bus."

"Smart aleck. Do you have a ride back home after you get off work? You know the buses wont run after midnight." Pen said as she started to slow down the bus.

"Yeah, I got a ride." I lied. I didn't need her giving me another lecture. "Maria is giving me a ride back."

"Great. Tell her I say hi. It's been years since I've seen her." The bus halted to stop and tilted to the side.

"Yeah, will do Penny. Goodnight." I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and hopped off the bus.

" See you next week sweetie." She smiled and closed the double doors and drove off.

I waved knowing she would be looking at me through her mirror until she rounded the corner and couldn't see me anymore.

I started walking in the direction of the bar. It was a 15 minute walk to get there which was time I didn't have. I would have to run to get there on time. I took out my headphones out of my bag and connected it to my iPhone. I turned on my music and I started to run, and ignored some of the cat calls I was already receiving from random guys that were walking down the sidewalk.

I ran as fast as I could and thought of nothing except for the music blasting in my ears and the familiar burning of legs as I ran.

I loved running. I love the wind on my face, and pushing my body to its limit. It was the only physical activity that I did willingly.

Ever since I was in middle school I was forced to play in soccer teams. I hated it but my dear old song of a bitch godfather wanted to me do it so I had no choice but do as I was told. And I did it with a fake smile on my face.

I was a great asset to the teams that I was a part of. We always made it to championships and received recognition for our hard work. My godfather never missed a match nor did his god forsaken motorcycle gang. I wish they had.

I caught them making multiple bets among the some of the attendees at my matches. Only my godfather would find a way to make some profit off of me. It disgusted me. I always felt like his whore after each meet. But that's what he did. He used people, even his own family…

It wasn't long until I saw the neon sign and lights of the bar.

My stomach dropped when my eyes landed on the parking lot. It was jam packed with cars, trucks and bikes.

The only meant one thing.

Tonight was going to be a pain in my ass. Great!

Its no wonder Maria requested to have Fridays off. It always seemed to be the busiest night of the whole week, and Saturdays as well.

I didn't even dare to ask for days off just yet. Big Jerry still hadn't warmed up to me even in the slightest. I think if I were to request days off, this early in the game, I actually think his head might explode.

I kept on running towards the bar, zigzagging between cars and people. I could feel eyes all over me. I hated it. I wasn't even inside yet and I was already being ogled like some prostitute up for display.

I glanced at my wrist watch and I was already 6 minutes late. It wasn't too bad but Big Jerry was probably having a cow. I started to run faster and that's when I collided with a half naked chippie.

We both fell onto the floor, painfully.

"Shit." I let out as I rolled off of the girl. I pulled out my headphones and looked at the girl. She looked pissed. I said franticly, "I'm so sorry. I didn't see you. Are you alright?"

"Fuck, are you blind? Watch where you are going?" She was a heavy set girl. It didn't seem like our little fall had even affected her in the least. She staggered up from the ground under her weight and walked away without looking back.

"I'm sorry!" I shouted behind her as I sat on the ground still.

There were men laughing and pointing in my direction. My face instantly felt hot from embarrassment. I started gathering my cell phone and bag and quickly tried to get up from the ground but a sharp pain from my ankle shook me and I sat back down in huff.

"Ow." I let out and started massaging my ankle.

"Does Snow White need some assistance?" A pair of scuffed up white tennis shoes appeared in front me.

"No thanks." I answered automatically.

"Really? That was some nasty fall you took." I could hear the smile in his voice as I continued to rub away the pain in my ankle.

"Yeah well I've taken worse." I said without looking up and hoping he would just take the hint and leave me alone.

"Can you stand up?" There was an undertone of amusement in his voice. It was as if he found the whole thing funny.

"Yeah." I snapped.

"You scratched up your knee pretty bad too. That shit looks like it hurts."

I glance at my knee and grunted in annoyance. It looked pretty ugly. I had a massive scrape across my knee. It was dirty and bloody, and it stung like a bitch.

The man's hand came into my view. He was extending it me. "Let me help you get inside. I promise I wont try to grab your ass this time."

I snapped my head up at that and was met with pair of familiar blue eyes.

"It's you. You're that pervert that-" I pointed at him angrily.

"Wow, easy there. Im no pervert." He lifted his hands up in innocence and laughed. " I'm a lot of things, darlin', but that is not one of them."

"Pfft, I highly disagree." I glared up at him.

"You cant honestly still be upset about that. It was a long time ago." He grinned and tucked a stand of long blonde hair behind his ear.

"Screw you." I tried standing by using the cement wall as support but suddenly fell back onto the ground.

"Here let me help you." He grabbed at my arm but I shook him off.

"I'm fine. I don't need your help."

"I highly disagree." He mimicked.

"You could leave now." I scowled.

"Show me you could stand first." He smiled.

I clenched my teeth and started to get up but when I put weight on my ankle and fell onto the ground. My ass broke my fall, again.

Laughter exploded behind a line of cars that had been watching me struggle.

A wave of pure anger and embarrassment forced me to remain in place.

I crossed my arms and forced myself not to stomp my foot like a child.

"That's what I thought." He bent down to my eye level and smirked. " Look, don't be stubborn. You clearly hurt your ankle and im pretty sure none of these guys will help you out without trying to make a pass at you. Im just offering to take you inside. That is all."

He held out his hand out to me once more and waited for my response.

"So, what do you say?" He licked his lips and looked at me with a bored expression. "Would you rather crawl inside or let me help you?"

Were those seriously the only options I had? Either humiliate myself further by crawling in front of everyone or let the man who sexually assaulted me help me inside?

Fuck.

I reluctantly put my hand on his. "Fine, but I still think you're a pervert."

"You could just call me Jax, darlin'." He laughed as he closed his fingers around my hand. My hand disappeared completely under his hold. He had huge hands, I'd forgotten that.

"Pfft, sure." I sneered. "And stop calling me darlin'. It isn't cute."

He laughed. "That's a lie. Girls haven't complained just yet."

"Well this one has. It's annoying."

"You only say that because I grabbed your ass and –"

"Shoved your tongue down my throat without my permission." I snapped.

"Aren't you sensitive. It was just a kiss. You don't have to be dramatic about it." He rolled his eyes and put his other hand on my waist.

"Just a kiss? Are you serious, that's considered sexual assault." I said loudly. I couldn't believe he thought it was no big deal. "And I'm not dramatic."

He suddenly lifted me off the ground and I yelped out in surprise. He set me on my good leg for a mill a second and then swiped my legs from under me. He was carrying me.

"You kinda are, Jules."

I was way too close to him for comfort. My whole body seemed to be pressed up against his chest. And his face was way too close to mine, and not to mention his hands were on my bare legs.

"Don't call me Jules. Only my friends get to call me that and we aren't friends… I would have thought you would have forgotten my name by the way. You look like the type of guy to just use girls and don't even bother getting or remembering their name. And for god sakes put me down. I could walk." I said annoyed.

I was way too close to him. It was making me incredibly uncomfortable. He smelled like oil, cigarettes, sweat and a hit of cologne all rolled into one. I already regretted letting him touch me.

"More like you could hop. Are you always this rude to people when they're helping you out? Because you should really work on that. I never pegged you for a bitch." He said casually.

My mouth hung open. "Did you just call me a bitch?"

He looked at me. Our faces were only a few inches from one another. "Yeah."

I scowled at him. " Put me down."

"Not until we're inside." He turned and looked straight ahead.

We were rounding the corner of the bar. There were people outside by the front door smoking, and talking amongst each other. One of the bar's security guys was positioned in front of the entrance door, Dean.

"You're an asshole." I said angrily at Jax.

"I can be, yeah."

"And you don't even know me. Im never a bitch unless im provoked." I defended myself.

"And I provoked you how?" He lifted an eyebrow at me in question. " Last time I checked, helping a girl with a busted ankle was considered nice."

"I- that's-" I didn't know how to respond to that. "You sexually assaulted me!"

"Get over it." Jax sighed. " I apologized already."

"When?" I shrieked.

"When I left you that big tip." He said casually.

"That's your way of apologizing?" I asked flabbergasted. "Are you serious?"

"Would you have accepted a verbal apology if I had given it?"

"No." I answered automatically.

"Exactly. So I didn't bother. Tipping you was my way of doing it. And you accepted the tip so all if forgiven."

"That's stupid." I scowled at him.

"You call it stupid. I call it genius, darlin'" He smirked.

I couldn't believe it. I was beyond pissed off.

"Put me down. I can walk. I don't need your help." I started to get off but Jax's hold on me tightened.

"Don't be stupid."

"Let me go, Jax." I hissed. "Or I'll scream. I swear."

He stopped walking and glared at me. "Do it."

"What?"

"Scream." He said in low voice. He was looking at me straight in the eye. Challenging me.

"You think I wont do it?" I snapped.

"No, I think you wont." He said steadily.

"Don't test me."

"That's exactly what im doing." He smirked. " Scream, Juliet."

He was looking at me with pure cockiness and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"Let me go." I stuttered. I tried to get off but Jax only held on tighter, bruising my legs. "Let me go. Now."

"Scream Juliet. Do something. Hit me. Scream. Just do something." He said frustrated. "Defend yourself."

I looked at him in confusion and anger. What the hell did he mean? Why wasn't he letting me go?

"Stop it! Let me go." I kicked my legs out.

"There you go. Now hit me. Scratch me. Do something Juliet!" He seemed so frustrated.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you getting off on this?" I asked horrified.

"Juliet!" Dean's voice boomed across the parking lot, causing heads to turn and for music to be lowered from the cars. He was walking quickly in our direction with a scowl on his face. "Is there a problem here?"

The look on my face must have answered the question for me.

"Let her go." Dean said fiercely.

Jax held me still for a moment. I honestly didn't think he was going to let me go until he slowly shook his head, sighed and set me down.

I accidently put weight on my injured ankle and I wobbled and fell into Dean's arm.

"What did you do to her?" Dean snapped.

Jax didn't say anything. He only shrugged and smiled.

Dean looked angry and ready to flung himself at Jax..

"Dean stop. He didn't do anything to me." I said quickly, surprising myself.

"Get out of here before I-" Dean started.

"Before you do what?" Jax looked amused but by the way he was standing, he was ready for a fight.

Of course he was. Men. Always ready to fight.

"Dean! Stop it! Jax was only helping me!" I spoke up.

Both Dean and Jax looked at me in surprise.

"What?" Dean said.

I swallowed and grabbed a hold of Dean's shoulder to keep me steady on my one good leg while I tried to keep hold on my bag and phone on the other hand.

"He, Jax, saw me fall and twist my ankle while I was running over here. He was only helping me out by carrying me inside." I said out breath. I always hated seeing two grown ass men fight over something so stupid. My adrenaline was pumping from fighting with Jax and thinking that Dean and Jax were going to plummet each other. I hated seeing two grown ass men ready to fight. I found it incredibly stupid, and frightening.

"You sure about that Juliet?" Dean asked as he clenched his jaw towards Jax, still in fighting mode. "Cuz it didn't look like you too were chatting about the weather."

"Yeah, im sure." I said quickly. " I swear."

"Really?" Jax piped up. He looked amused again.

"Yes im sure." I answered angrily.

What the hell was he trying to do? I was trying to prevent a fight here. I didn't know why though. Jax deserved a knock to the head for what he had done to me but I hated violence. So I wasn't about to encourage it and tell Dean exactly what Jax had done.

Dean was big after all. Well at least I thought he was big. I was 5'4" so anyone who was taller than me seemed huge in comparison. But Dean is huge though. He wasn't hired to be the bar's security guy for nothing. He was 6'2" with huge muscles and an intimidating face. He scared off anyone who tried to act up in the bar or that was bothering the waitresses.

But Jax didn't really seem to take notice of any of that.

His jaw was set, he was waiting for Dean to make a move. He's hands were formed into firsts and he was rigid. He wanted to fight it seemed.

"Dean, take me inside." I said quickly. " I'm late for my shift and you know how Jerry is."

But Dean didn't seem to hear me. He was staring daggers at Jax, and Jax was doing the exactly same thing.

"Dean." I nudged him and he finally looked down at me. "Please. My ankle."

He scowled and took one look at Jax and then back at me. "Can you walk?"

"I wasn't carrying her for shits and giggles, bro." Jax piped up.

Dean was about to answer when I piped up, "No do you think you can help-

"Put your arm around my neck. Ill carry you." Dean said a bit too forcefully.

"No, that's alright. I could just hop. It's not that far anyway. I just need someone to hold on to." I said hurriedly. I wanted nothing more to get inside and away from this.

"Fine." He grabbed my bag from me and wrapped his arm around my waist and grabbed my left right hand too. We were about to turn when he turned to Jax. "I'll see you later."

Jax only smirked and turned to me. "You're welcome Juliet." And completely ignored Dean.

I wanted nothing more than to curse at him but Dean was already on edge. I bet he was looking for any excuse to kick Jax's ass.

"Thanks Jax." I said reluctantly.

Jax smiled broadly which only made me hate him.

We turned and slowly started to hop to the entrance. I could already hear the music blaring from inside and the smell of cigarette smoke and beer was growing stronger.

I looked at watch and sighed. I was 20 minutes late.

Big Jerry was going to kill me.

Jax POV

3 nights later

"Want another round, Jax?" Half-sack asked. He was writing down our score on the chalk board and finishing up his beer.

"Yeah, man. Im running low." I went over to the pool rack and started picking a different pool cue stick.

Playing pool wasn't exactly what I wanted to do right now but it was better than the alternative. I was on edge ever since we started the job. Running guns back and forth between Charming and the town over was really starting to take a toll on everyone, including myself.

Everything that could have possibly gone wrong, had. Everyone was stressed the fuck out and ready to snap.

"Order some wings too." Juice said as he started to get the balls back into the position for another game. "I'm fucking starving. Ah fuck it. Get some cheeseburgers too."

"Alright. Jax you want anything else." Half Sack asked as he started to head over to the main bar.

"Yeah man, get some curly fries."

Half Sack nodded and stalked off.

"Gotta take a piss." I threw the cue stick onto the pool and made my way to the bathrooms.

The whole pool area, well the whole bar actually was drenched in a cloud of smoke. Cigarettes and weed. The bar was one of a kind. Every time ive been here, seemed like everyone was doing their own thing, legal or illegal and the owner seemed to be okay with it. As long as they didn't damage the place and mess with his employees, then he was gravy.

The waitresses were lookers though. Asses and tits hanging out. Doing everything and anything to get a nice tip. I thought it was a titty bar when I first walked in.

All the girls were dressed to the 9 here. Except one.

I smiled and decided to spy on my favorite waitress. Well, if she was even in tonight which she usually was. I rounded the corner and headed to her side of the bar. I leaned against one of the walls, closed my eyes and waited.

It was 2 short minutes of just waiting when I heard it. Glass breaking and cursing.

"Oh my god! Im so sorry!" I opened my eyes and turned to the corner of the room and there she was. Juliet.

She had spilled drinks all over a two men and broken the glass cups in the process.

"I'll be right back with a towel." She turned and hurriedly walked back to the main bar. She had beer running down her shirt and legs. It was a typical night for her.

I laughed and sat in the nearest booth.

The two men looked angry and started to curse as they tried to clean as much of the beer off of themselves. Broken glass laid on the ground.

"Let's get the fuck out of here. I'm tired of this stupid bitch." That wiped the smile off face. The men stood up from the booth and tried drying their long beards with paper napkins.

"Oh! Be careful with the glass." Juliet entered with towels, a broom and a dust pan. She handed the men dried towels. "I'm so sorry. If you two don't mind changing booths I will be right back with your order."

"Fuck that." The guy with a drenched shirt yelled and stomped away.

Juliet looked upset and embarrassed but turned to the other guy. "Im so sorry sir. It was a complete accident. I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay baby. It's all good." He smiled at her and put his hand on her upper arm. "What time are you off?"

She looked uncomfortable but smiled anyway. "I have a boyfriend. So…" She shook his arm off.

"Oh really?" He laughed.

"Yeah." She said a little too happily.

"I don't believe you, sweetheart." He put his hand on her arm again and started rubbing up and down.

"Look, im not interested." She backed away from him.

Her rejection didn't seem to face him. "Don't play hard to get, baby. I know you want me. I've seen how you been looking at me." He licked his lips and grabbed her once more.

"Dont touch me." She tried taking his hand off of her but he caught her wrist.

He pulled her towards him and bent down to her ear.

I felt my body go rigid.

He was saying something to her that I couldn't catch. Her eyes went wide. She was afraid.

I was getting out of the booth to step in when security appeared. It was that tool. Dean, or something.

"Hey, get your fucking hands off her." He came in charging.

He grabbed the guy around the neck and tore the guy's hands away from Juliet. He knocked her onto the booth, hard, by accident . The guy was sloppy.

I shook my head in disgust. The guy was all muscle but he had no clue how to handle his shit.

Dean dragged the guy out the back. Leaving people staring from all the commotion.

Juliet looked shaken but she clearly was trying to hide it. No one tried to help her or asked her if she was alright, not even her fellow waitresses. They all just went back to their business.

I thought about going to her, and helping her but I thought better of it. She hated me. After our two runs ins…I bet I was the last person she wanted to talk to.

So I stayed in the booth and watched her. Like, ive done a hundred other times since I first came here. I shook my head in annoyance.

Juliet, I was intrigued by her. She clearly didn't belong here. She didn't belong in a place like this. It was obvious. She stuck out like a sore thumb, and everyone else saw it too. Yet, here she was.

She didn't look like the usual girls that hung out with this type of group. She looked too…pure.

She was beautiful, which was rare among the girls that worked and hung out in a joint like this.

She looked fragile as well. She was so petite and short but had curves in all the right places. Her skin was incredibly clear and smooth, like a porcelain doll. Actually she kinda did look a porcelain doll. She had long brown curly hair down to her waist and big caramel colored eyes that actually shined whenever she looked at you. Her lips were pouty and her cheeks were always flushed. It's no wonder she attracted men like a moth to a flame.

"Juliet! Are you alright?" A girl, Maria, the only waitress in the joint that I ever saw speak to Juliet came rushing to her. She had a tray a food with her but set aside and looked down at Juliet with concern. "Sara just told me what happened. Are you okay?"

Juliet sighed and smiled. You could tell it was forced. "Yeah, I'm okay. It's just the usual asshole. Dean dealt with him. Im fine."

"Dammit, Juliet." The girl snapped. "Did you even try to hit him?"

"Don't start, Maria." Juliet got out of the booth and started to clean the broken glass from the floor.

"You need to defend yourself, Juliet. How many times have I told you? Who was the guy anyway? Did you get his name? I'm telling Tio-"

"You aren't telling him anything. If you say something, Maria, I swear to god I wont talk to you ever again. Don't bring him into this. It wasn't a big deal." Juliet snapped. " I told you I don't want him knowing where im working."

Maria looked like she was ready to yell at Juliet but seemed to decide against it or so it seemed.

"Fine, whatever. Be a weak bitch. Let men put their hands on you. What the fuck do I care." Maria stalked off, heels echoing in her wake.

Well that was a bit harsh but I agreed with her. She needed to stand up for herself.

Juliet watched her go and then turned to clean the mess again.

I fought the urge to go to her again. I felt like a dick, just watching her, doing nothing but I should've grown used to it by now.

I'd been watching Juliet for a month now. I never spoke to her, obviously. I just watched her. She never noticed it nor did she ever realize when I was in the bar. I always steered clear from her booths. I didn't want to talk to her. Especially after what I did to her the first night we met. I really did feel bad about doing that to her. I thought she was like the rest of the girls that I've always dealt with but I had been so fucking off.

I've watched as dick after dick hits on her and tries to touches her. She always fights them off or ignored them but she never really stands up for herself. It's as if she always holds herself back.

You could see it in her eyes and her body that she wants to fight but never does. She always just stands there.

So, passive aggressive. I hated it.

I wasn't used to that, for someone to just take so much and just stand there, no bothering to fight back. It turned my stomach.

Watching her frustrated me beyond belief but at the same time…I admired her.

It took a lot to hold yourself back and not snap. God, knew I didn't know how. All my life I was taught to smash some skulls even if someone looked at me wrong but Juliet... She just brushed it off and moved on.

It was a great quality to have if you weren't working at a sleazy bar and guys were sexually harassing you every second. The girl needed to stand up for herself.

I was seen my share of damsels in distressed. I've seen women that are with a man who slaps them around and cant defend herself. Ive seen loads of different women with different circumstances but something told me that Juliet was capable of standing up for herself and fight but she was choosing not to.

I was getting out of the booth when Juliet looked up and our eyes connected.

She looked angry to find me sitting here.

She stood up and stomped off without saying a word.

Wow, I think she hates me.

I smiled.

A/N: First off i wanna apologized for taking forever to update. School and work has kept me pretty busy but i tried to make this chapter longer to make it up to you guys! lol i hope you really like, i worked hard on. And thank you so much for all the reviews i got for chapter 1. it really put a smile on my face every time i read them!