Rachel
It was exciting to be pulling up to The Watering Hole again. It was a typical dive bar with greasy and shady clientele, but the staff made working here so much fun that I barely had the time to notice the leaky roof or crappy plumbing.
“This place looks like it should be condemned,” Luca said as he put the truck in park.
“Nah, it’s not so bad once you get inside. Or once you get a few drinks in your system. Either way, I’m excited! Let’s go.”
I hopped out of the truck and excitedly rushed up to the bouncer guarding the door.
“Rachel! Wait,” Luca called, but it was too late.
Crack was at least six and a half feet tall and close to four hundred pounds of pure intimidation. His deep brown skin was covered head to toe with tattoos, piercings, and scars, an
