Chapter 1
Henley
I folded my hands as I leaned on the coffee machine, the mop handle nudged my stomach but I didn't budge.
I had long finished mopping and cleaning the top floor.
I watched the other table that was filled with blondes girls, ordering and eating like life was just a piece of cake.
Well...kids born with silver spoons don't worry about life, it was up to us to worry about life.
Life? Sometimes I wonder if I had one to worry about.
A lot was going on In my little head as I watched the little show-like drama in the Bar.
I watched Christine deliver drinks to the counters on the east side.
"It's going to be your round soon Henley." Ryan whistled and I nodded.
He was our Boss, the owner of Thirst Ranch.
He was average in height and had shorts on and a pair of glasses didn't fit his eyes.
"You gotta watch out for the guys at the back. I think they're robbers or something, heard them whisper something like taking the guy out if he made a sound." Christine leaned towards me and whispered.
That wasn't my business.
I had a lot on my plate to even think about some robbers that were practically leaving a good life while committing different crimes.
"Okay," I mumbled to brush her off.
It was my round and I had to take care of the people.
People at Thirst Ranch were either crazy or yet to be.
Walking to the table that had Christine running around the whole bar in the past hours, I feigned a smile. One I knew didn't reach my eyes.
"What else do you want to order?" I asked.
"Two frozen margaritas and a bottle of Vieux carré." I nodded, writing down what they needed before going to the next table.
"Hi there." I smiled again.
It was the table Christine had warned me about.
They looked like southern Arabians, no..they looked more like barbarians, their haircuts were that of the ancient times..which got me wondering if they were robbers who earned a lot.
"Less looking..more working." The one with the better face said and I gave out a short chuckle.
"Three bottles of Tequila Paloma and two bottles of White Russian." I wrote their stuff down and was about to leave when the latter grabbed my hand and dropped something on the table which I looked down to see that it was a picture.
"Hmm?"
"Seen this guy around here?" The other barbarian asked.
"No," I replied and he nodded.
"Then what about a guy that's six feet tall and has grey eyes and..." He trailed off and shook his head.
"Don't worry about it." He mumbled and I nodded, smiling before turning around and rolling my eyes.
People were problems.
They carried problems around and I wouldn't want to be like those girls who were dropped out off cars....while some parts of their body had been chopped off.
I walked to the counter, rounding the counter. I moved to the bar section B to see that there was nothing there.
"Boss decided to shift everything into the winery Henley, you gotta go there and grab anything you want. But while you're at it, please get me a bottle of Dry Martini." Diego said and I nodded.
Diego was the only male worker we had around.
Well, Ryan wanted only female employees in his bar, said women attracted more customers then men.
That wasn't a lie though.
And that was the reason we were forced to wear such ridiculous outfits.
Do you know that tight mini skirts some women in bikinis choose to wear whenever their pants were just too small for their bum? Well, yes..that was the same skirt we were forced to wear. It was so short that we didn't dare pick anything when it falls.
I walked to the winery and opened the door.
Well, it was my first time in here as it was Diego that would always get the stuff from the winery while we attend to the many customers we always had.
Some would come for the drink, some would come because Thirst Ranch was the best in the area while some would come for the mini skirt and the tight top that couldn't even fit my body probably due to my busty breast.
I wasn't that gifted with boobs but then the top was just too tight to fit in my boobs that were not too small and not too big.
I switched on the lights and I could swear that I saw something move... more like a shadow.
"Is anyone there?" I asked, walking to the place I'd get my cocktails and leave.
"Is anyone there?" I asked again and then my eyes widened when I looked down to see someone on the floor.
Wait..what the fuck?
I dropped the bottles, ready to run away when he called out my name.
"Henley Andrew." He called and my eyes widened.
"If you don't get your ass over here in two minutes.. your brother is not going to see the fucking morning of tomorrow being Wednesday." He said again.
Wait! How did he know that I had a brother? And my name?
The voice sounded familiar though.
I turned slowly, leaving the doorknob that I was holding so tightly.
I walked back to the place I'd found him on the ground.
"Bend down and help me with this, I've tried but it's not coming out." He said, wincing in pain.
How the hell did he get into our winery?
Oh, help me, Lord! I thought as my eyes traveled up and I felt the little life I had in me leaving my body.
What?!
TBC