+Ohhh how does reader a assert herself in the mc! Nick verse?
a little convo at the bar in the club house one day with our old friend…
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You leaned against the bar waiting for Nick and the men to come out of the back meeting room; church he had called it. The drink you had been nursing was down to the last few dregs and you upturned the glass to your mouth as you tried to decide if you wanted another one or not. Seeing the woman who had given you a hard time a couple of months sidle up to you made your decision for you. You signaled the prospect behind for the bar as you deliberately kept your body language relaxed.
“You’re just a distraction, you know,” she said casually and you turned your head to look at her with a bored expression.
“And you were a convenience. What’s your point?” you asked with a tilt of your head. Your drink was set on the bar in front of you and you picked it up and swirled it around, letting the ice cubes clink around gently.
“He’ll get tired of you. And you don’t know anything about the MC. He needs someone who isn’t going to pull him away from where he belongs,” she said nastily and you sat up a little straighter at her words, tightening your grip on your glass.
“Nick’s a big boy, he can make his decisions for himself. Who are you to tell him where he belongs?” you challenged, turning your body to face her now. She cocked her head and smiled.
“As many times as I’ve had him inside me I think I know where he belongs,” she said with a smirk. You nodded and made a conceding face.
“Funny you say that…because from where I’m sitting he decided to change his mind about that. Guess a better option finally came around,” you pretended to muse with a sip of your drink. She huffed and took a step closer to you and you raised your eyebrows.
“Watch yourself, chica. He can’t protect you forever,” she threatened. You chuckled to yourself and leaned closer to her face.
“Don’t worry, chica. I’ve got a trigger finger and years of martial arts that say I can handle myself just fine,” you bit out directly in her face. She huffed and took a step back and you stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Oh and Cassie? If you ever want to take this outside you just let me know where to meet you. See if you can do anything else with that mouth other than run it.”
Before she had a chance to reply the doors of the meeting room were opening with a thud. The guys started streaming out of the meeting and by the expression on their faces you guessed they were excited about whatever business proposition Nick brought to the table.
Beat that ass!
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