The Italian Bartender Ch. 3
Themes: SWEARING, SMUT, brief description of attempted rape(near the bottom), violence
Pairing: Tig X OC, Chibs X OC -eventual
Everyone headed back to the clubhouse after the meet, which is what I had expected. At least for me, I had a class to attend and then I was going to hide away in the campus library for a couple hours before I had to head back for church tonight. I told Jax this as we pulled out of the restaurant parking lot and he nodded, telling me that Juice would be tagging along since he had some research to do for the club and he could only do it if everything was quiet around him.
I saw Juice nod along in my peripheral vision and I sighed happily, glad I would get to spend some time with him for once in a long while.
“We’re going to Social Psychology today!” I called out to him and he gave me a thumbs up in response.
“I like that class!” He called back and then the rest of the ride was silent. Chibs kept a hand on my crossed arms over his chest, drawing lazy patterns on my skin as we rode comfortably. The time heading back didn’t seem to take as long as soon enough the boys were backing their bikes into the appropriate places and everyone was climbing off. Half of the guys headed into the garage to catalog some hours on the cars and the other half headed to the clubhouse to do whatever for the rest of the afternoon.
“Call me if ya need anythin’, Charlie.” Chibs told me sincerely before pressing a kiss to my cheek and walking off to join the rest of the guys in the garage. I watched him walk away before shaking my head out of its stupor and went to join Juice who was waiting by my Buick.
“Off to school?” He asked me as we both climbed into the front, both of our things already waiting for us in the back seat.
“Yep, off to school. But first, a surprise.” He looked kind of suspicious as I settled my sunglasses over my eyes and drove out onto the main road towards a local, hole-in-the-wall Italian pastry shop.
Tig and I had been together for two years now and something felt off. Not so much as a bad thing, but Tig wasn’t as talkative and loving as he used to be. He was spending a lot of time at the clubhouse these past few weeks and I was starting to get irritated. I missed my boyfriend and I wasn’t going to keep this two-person house running if I was going to be the only one living in it. Determined now for answers, I locked up the house and climbed into my Buick, making quick decisions as I sped to the clubhouse and peeled into the lot. I had curious eyes on me as I stepped out and locked it before storming into the clubhouse, eyes dark as I took in the guys before me.
“Where is he?” I snarled at the first Son I came in contact with. They all knew me but I saw his eyes widen and I could see his mind racing with an excuse.
“I-in his dorm, ma’am.” he finally stuttered out and I turned on my heel, heading through the small hallway to the dorm that I was accustomed to living in half the time. Without knocking, I threw the door open and came face to face with a naked Tig, fresh out of the shower.
“Hi, doll.” He smiled at me and started to walk towards me to give me a kiss but my crossed arms and frown made him stop in his tracks.
“What’d I do?” He sighed, dropping his towel and bending down to the bed to pull on a pair of boxers.
“It’s more like what you didn’t do, Alexander. I don’t feel like your girlfriend anymore. Hell, I feel like I’m your damned house-cleaner. If it’s something I’ve done or if you’re just done with me in general, just fucking tell me.” His eyes widened and he was quick to close the distance between us, his arms wrapping around my shivering frame.
“Oh, doll, no. I’ve just been caught up in all this club shit and trying to figure out how to do this.” My arms uncrossed and I looked at him, confused.
“Do what?” the words stumbled from my mouth without a single thought.
He reached over to the dresser for an object before dropping to a knee before me and smiling wide.
“Charlie, I’ve been trying to figure out how to do this without fucking up and that’s why I have been so distant. You make me a better man, doll, and I just want to make you happy. Will you do me the biggest honor and marry me?” My heart stopped and my breath caught in my throat. My hands were shaking as I nodded and held my hand out for him to slide the sparkling engagement ring onto my finger and pull me into a deep, passion-filled kiss.
“Si, tesoro(Yes, sweetheart).” I whispered against his lips and clung to him with my life.
“Make me yours.” I groaned, the sudden urge for him take me clouding my brain.
“You are mine.” Tig replied, his hands sliding down to my butt and gripping tight, pulling me against his body and grinding up so I could feel his thick erection behind his boxers.
“Prove it.” I kicked off my shoes and wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him back into a searing kiss as he pinned me up against the bedroom door and grinding with purpose now. I was panting with need as his hands slid up my sides to pull my shirt over my head and toss it haphazardly behind us. The next thing to go was my bra and suddenly his lips were attached my right nipple, biting and licking and sucking it into a pebbled peak before making his way to my other nipple to give it the same treatment as my head fall back against the door and my fingers tangled in his hair. I let him have at it for a few moments before I was tugging on his hair to get his attention back on my mouth while my fingers slid between our bodies to the button of my shorts. He was busy sucking dark, claiming marks on my neck and collarbone as I managed to get my shorts down my legs and kicked off so the both of us only resided in our underwear.
“Fuck me, Alex. Please.” I whimpered, my pussy soaked as my nails dug into his shoulders.
“Since you asked so nicely.” He grinned wickedly at me, pulling us away from the door and tossing me onto the mattress. I let out a soft laugh as I toed off my panties and spread my legs, shooting him a wink as he stood before me, his hair ruffled and chest red from my marks and his exertion.
“Hard and rough or slow and deep?” he husked out, sliding his boxers back down his legs and stepping out of them so he was standing in all of his thick glory.
“Both.” I groaned back, my back arching as I thumbed at my own nipples while he got off watching me beg for him.
“On your hands and knees, doll.” I was quick to do as he asked, my back arched as I rested my head against the pillows and legs spread so he could see how wet he had made me.
“Hold on tight.” I nodded and gripped the sides of the mattress as he settled in behind me, his hands caressing my ass before spanking each side as hard as he could.
A low, guttural moan left my lips as I felt him lean forward after and leave bite marks right over the red hand prints before lining up his cock to my entrance and sliding in to the hilt in one slow, smooth thrust.
“Oh fuck, Tig.” His body draped over mine and he peppered kisses across my spine as he circled his hips and fucked me deep into the mattress.
Juice looked at me with a question mark in his eyes as I parked outside my grandmother’s pastry shop and shut the car off.
“What is this?” He asked as I climbed out of the front seat and motioned for him to do the same and join me.
“This is both breakfast and meeting my grandmother in one.” I winked at him before I made my way to the front door, confident that Juice was behind me if anything because he was curious.
“I’ve known you for close to three years now. Why am I just now getting to meet someone from your family?” Juice asked from behind me as I knocked on the door and waited for her to come to the front to see who it was.
“Because my grandmother is someone who not many people know. She is a severe introvert and can only be around certain people and only in certain moods. Plus, she only speaks Italian, and that usually deters a lot of people.” I explained as I saw the frail, old frame of my grandmother come into view. She looked at me patiently for a moment before a big smile curled the ends of her lips and she made quick work of unlocking the door and letting the both of us inside before locking the door back and pulling me into a bone-crushing hug.
“Oh la mia carolina dolce! Come stai caro? Chi è questo strano uomo con te?(Oh my sweet caroline! How are you darling? Who is this strange man with you?)” she spoke rapidly to me and all Juice could do was stand there awkwardly.
“ciao la nonna, questo è il juan ma la gente lo chiama succo. Lui è un mio amico. Siamo venuti a prendere la colazione e parlare per un momento(hi grandma, this is Juan but people call him juice. He is a friend of mine. We came to get some breakfast and talk for a moment.)” she nodded and turned to look at Juice who held out his hand to shake.
“Sembri un uomo rispettabile, yuan. Ti nutrirò(You look like a respectable man, Juan. I will feed you).” Grandma pulled him into a hug and Juice’s eyes widened in surprise but he hugged her back anyways, his large frame overpowering my grandma’s small one in an instant.
She ushered us back to the kitchen where there were pans among pans of classic Italian pastries.
“Ho il tuo biscotto preferito Tortoni, Caroline. Che cosa piace a Juice?(I have your favorite Biscuit Tortoni, Caroline. What does Juice like?)” She asked me as she moved around the kitchen with ease, plating my breakfast and pouring me a mug of coffee before looking at Juice expectantly.
“She wants to know what kind of pastry you like.” I couldn't help the smirk on my face as I watched him look around the room with a nervous look on his face.
“I don't know.” He finally managed to get out, looking to me for help.
“Dammi un cannoli e una fetta del Pandoro, per favore(Give him a cannoli and a slice of the Pandoro, please).” I told her and she laughed, patting Juice’s cheek as she moved around him to get what I told her before plating it and giving him a mug of coffee as well.
“Devo andare a classe, nonna. Mi fermerò per fine settimana per cena con la famiglia. Ti amo(I have to get to class, grandma. I'll stop by this weekend for dinner with the family. I love you).” she nodded and told me she loved me too before giving us both another hug and ushering us back outside before locking the door back.
“She seems interesting.” Juice finally spoke as we both climbed back into the Buick and made our way to campus.
“She liked you, which is rare for her when she meets new people.” I replied, smiling as I saw the look of content settle onto his face as he started to eat his cannoli.
“What did you tell her to give me?” He asked around a bite of the sweet pastry.
“A local cannoli and a slice of Pandoro bread.” I explained and he nodded even though he had no idea what that was.
“I like it.” He mumbled back through a mouthful of it.
“She may not talk a whole lot but, oh boy, can she cook.” I smiled at him before taking a bite of my own pastry as we drove the twenty minutes to school in comfortable silence.
There was one night at the club in particular that Tig never liked to talk about. It was the day after we had gotten engaged and he was not happy that I had to spend my weekend working instead of staying in bed with him.
“But darling, engaged couples are supposed to have a lot of sex.” he whined from his spot under the covers as I moved around the bedroom, pulling on fishnet stockings and a pair of ripped-up skinny jeans before sliding on a black tank-top over my bralette.
“We have a lot of sex as it is, Trager. It's one night then I'm all yours for the next two days.” he had a frown on his face as I walked up to him, throwing my hair up in a messy ponytail and leaning down to press a dirty, teasing kiss to his lips.
“This isn't fair.” he groaned, reaching to pull me closer as I danced out of his grip.
“You could always join me sometime tonight and we can have dirty sex in the bathroom?” I proposed with a grin as I pulled on my lace up Converse and tied them quickly.
“I think that's the best idea you've had this evening.” he sighed happily, his eyes never leaving me.
“You sure? It wasn't when I suggested I blow you out on the patio in the hammock?” I heard a pleased groan leave him and I couldn't help but chuckle.
“No, that was your best idea today.” he stretched out like a cat resting in the sunlight before throwing the covers off and standing up so we were face to face. Except I was definitely more dressed than he was.
“Be safe tonight, doll. I'll stop by around midnight with the boys. They always like getting new tail.” I smiled up at him fondly before standing on the tips of my toes and pressing a kiss to his waiting lips. However, my hand slid down his chest as we kissed and I sucked at his bottom lip the same moment my fingers wrapped around his half-hard length and began stroking him lazily.
“Not fair.” he breathed through his nose but didn't stop me; instead he started to shallowly thrust into my hand as he became even more hard.
“Think you can manage with just my hand since I'm already dressed?” I whispered against his mouth, my lips curling into a smirk as I felt him shudder.
“As long as I get to fuck that pretty pussy tonight, I'll be fine.” he husked out, his fingers managing to undo my ponytail as I sped up and he curled his fingers into my thick curls, holding my head as he kissed me senseless.
“Deal.” I breathed low, adding my other hand to cup his balls and massage them gently in my palm, a trick I knew got him off faster than any other.
“F-fuck, doll, gonna cum.” he panted against my skin, his face tucked in between my neck and shoulder.
“Do it, I want you to.” I growled, speeding up even more as I felt his muscles contract under my touch. About a minute later, I heard him curse and his breath catch before he started coming, thick spurts of cum covering my hand and slicking his cock even more. I didn't slow though, the sensitivity getting Tig off that last little bit before he had to pull away and collapse in bed.
“Jesus, doll, where did that come from?” he looked sated and watched me with hooded eyes as I licked my fingers clean before winking at him.
“Sealing in your promise of visiting me later.” I smirked, washing my hands off quickly before grabbing my bag with all my essentials.
“Like it was even in question.” he leaned up on his forearms and looked at me expectantly, waiting for his kiss. I obliged, leaning down again to press a soft kiss to his lips.
“I'll see you later, doll. Call me if you need me.” I nodded and kissed him one more time before heading out the door and to work.
Juice and I pulled into the vast parking lot with about forty minutes before class started, to which we were both happy with.
“After class, we're gonna head to the library for a few hours because I've got a paper due that I won't write if I'm at the clubhouse.” he nodded in understanding and we climbed out, grabbing our things from the back before starting the walk to class. He carried my backpack like usual and I carried our laptops, an even exchange since he bought our coffees and I bought dinner later on. My teacher knew loosely of the issue as to why Juice always tagged along and she was kind enough to not charge him for attending. However, he did have to do the quizzes and turn in one paper and he agreed, happy to actually get a bit of schooling in where he could.
“Everyone is looking at us.” Juice whispered in my ear as we walked through the busy campus. I looked around and noticed them make a wide path for us, everyone leaning in and whispering to their friends as we strode by.
“It could be because of the kutte or the fact that you like a scary biker.” I smiled at him, hip-checking him so he knew I was kidding.
“I'm not scary.” he grumbled, a pout on his lips.
“You're my scary biker.” I grinned wide, happy to have him laugh along with me and forget his cares for awhile.
“I can accept that.” he replied, quoting Chucky who was like the MC Mascot for us now.
“Screw them anyway, they aren't living life like we are.” I commented and he grinned wide.
“Shit, you're right.” he held his head a little higher then and we walked to class happy and above everyone else. Just to tease some of the girls there, I slid my arm around his waist and curled in close to his chest.
“Charlie?” he asked a little confused but he didn't push me away.
“Making the girls jealous.” I whispered back and he nodded, pulling me even closer as we walked into class and took our seats. Not many people sat next to us except some football player who was determined to show he was just as tough as Juice.
“You ever been shot before?” he asked the guy the first day he attended class and the guy looked at him in surprise.
“No, ha-have you?” he replied and Juice grinned wickedly. He held up the side of his shirt to show off his bullet wounds and the knife scars from a brief stint in Stockton about two years ago.
“I'm Juice.” he held out his hand for the kid to shake and I was beside him, dying of laughter.
“Kent.” They shook hands, and ever since, Kent was the only one to actually sit next to Juice and I.
“Do you think I can tag along to one of your classes next semester?” Juice asked as we got everything ready for class.
“If you want, sure. I like when you come with.” he smiled to himself, happy with my answer and he didn't speak much during class except to ask me a question every now and then.
It was about eleven that night and the club was packed. I hadn't had a chance to sit down since I got here and I was starting to feel it. My boss had sent me to the back to check in a delivery and I readily agreed, happy to slow down the pace a little as I did inventory. I slid in my wireless earbuds but kept one out so I could talk to the vendor as we brought in the cases of liquor. It was a regular and we were decent friends so it made the time go by faster and eventually the whole truck was empty and I was signing off on his papers before he could leave. I slid him a twenty under the table and winked, telling him to get his wife something nice since he had to be out so late. He laughed and told me he would before driving away, leaving me by myself to close up the back and head to the delivery room where I would catalog and stock the liquor so it would be easy to find when we needed it.
It was about half an hour in of being there by myself when I heard a commotion off in the corner of the room by the door. My heart halting in my chest, I tucked my earbuds away and decided that I would try to finish my work like this. It was quiet for the next ten minutes and I almost forgot about the noise before it happened again- closer this time.
“Hello?” I asked the empty air and I heard a gruff sound in response.
“No one is allowed back here.” I was cursing myself inside my head for not grabbing the pistol Tig always told me to carry.
“Well I can’t let a pretty thing like you stay alone.” Eventually the man behind the noise came into the light and I could see that he was clearly intoxicated.
“I'm not alone.” I shot back, gripping my pen tighter in my hands as I barely held my ground.
“You certainly look alone to me, baby.” He slurred and came even closer, his hand reaching out to brush a piece of hair from eyes.
“Don’t touch me.” I backed away and I saw him frown in anger.
“I’m being nice, baby. I thought I could keep you some company.” he reached out again, this time to wrap a hand around my wrist and he tugged me roughly into his chest.
“I don’t need company, I need for you to go.” I tried yanking my hand from his grasp but he just clung on tighter, more angry now than before.
“I’m not going anywhere.” this time he used force and threw me up against the shelves, crowding in too close and breathing in my scent as he face pressed against my neck.
“Please, just leave me alone.” I whispered, my face arching away from his as I felt his hard-on against my stomach.
“Oh, I love when a slut begs.” he bit down into my shoulder muscle and started to suck a sloppy hickey as his hand held both of mine above my head.
“Stop, please.” my options were limited as I looked around desperately for an escape.
“I’m just getting started.” He growled, his free hand sliding under my shirt to grope at my breast in earnest, thinking that I liked it.
With no other option, I kneed him in the balls and used the time from him collapsing to get away and rush towards the door that would lead me back into the main part of the club. I get it halfway open and saw Tig and the boys looking around for me in time for the strange man to catch up and yank me backwards from the hips, slamming the door shut in the process.
“TIG! HELP ME!” I screamed as loud as I could as the two of us fell onto the floor in a scuffle. Somehow he got on top of me and landed a solid punch to my face, instantly blacking my right eye in a swollen bruise.
“Shut up you slutty whore, you’re just begging for me to fuck you.” the man was visibly seething as he ripped my tank top down the middle so I was just in my bra and my unbuttoned jeans.
“TIG!” I screamed instead, not caring if this man punched me again as I struggled to get out from under him.
“I SAID SHUT UP!” The stranger screamed back, landing a punch to my ribs and knocking the breath from my body as his fingers made quick work of my jeans.
“Charlie?” I heard Tig ask curiously from the doorway, unsure of who was yelling for him.
“Tig.” I whimpered as this man ripped my fishnets from my body.
“CHARLIE!” Tig was on the man in a second, pulling him away from him and throwing him to the others to deal with as he scooped me up in his arms to make sure I was alright.
“I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry.” he kept repeating as he checked over my injuries in haste.
“Tig?” I asked shallowly, curling into his chest and clinging to him.
“What, doll? What is it?” He asked, tipping my head up so we were looking at each other.
“Kill him.” he nodded with fury in his eyes and looked towards the Sons who were watching us to see what to do with the beaten, scarred man currently in their hold.
“He’s coming with us.” Tig snarled, standing to his full height with me buried into his side.
“What about Charlie?” Jax asked, motioning politely to my half naked body.
“I’m going to take her home and settle her into bed and then we’re taking this man on a little drive. Juice, do you mind to stay with her later?” Juice nodded that he would watch over me and Tig turned back to me.
“Here, darling. Take this.” He slid his kutte off his arms and wrapped me up in it before buttoning my jeans back and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
“I’m taking you home.” I nodded and started to walk with him out of the door, frowning at the broken man at my feet.
“You brought this on yourself; I mean you were practically begging for it.” I quoted his words back to him and he visibly shrunk back into himself.
“Take me home, Tig.” I sighed as we walked, his arm wrapped protectively around my shoulders as we passed the bar and I saw all of the girls looking at me in shock.
“Are you okay, Charlie?” Amber asked me, mindful of the fact of what this looks like. Realization dawned in her eyes as she saw the rapist being dragged along by the other bikers.
“I’ll call you in the morning to make sure you’re alright.” The other girls nodded along and I smiled small at them before walking out of the building, my boys following behind me.
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