Owen's eyes moved around the small bar, and he felt slightly better about himself. Everything was happening the way it was supposed too. James was coming in for her shift in a little while, but the male had other things on his mind. Ever since he opened up the Hell's Angels, his family has treated him differently. He didn't quite understand why they did, but they did. It wasn't like he was out doing meth, or selling drugs. He was just working on pleasing men and women around Phoenix Arizona. The place he was born and raised. A small sigh passed over his lips as he looked towards the clock on the wall. It was almost time to open the bar.

It was going to be somewhat of a long night for the male. He just had to make sure James was on time, and he wouldn't have anything to worry about. The other strippers would be coming in and out all night, like normal so they would be able to help James out if she needed it. While he was thinking about it, he shot her a quick text message. I'm going to be in the back most of the night tonight. If you need anything you have some of the other Angels to help you out. Unless you really need me, is when you can disturb me. he scanned the message over, and then hit send.

He knew the woman wouldn't reply and he was okay with that. He wanted nothing more than to just get lost in his work. It was hard owning and running a strip club/bar, but it had been a life long dream of his. His family had looked down on him for ages, and now that he has his own business up and running, it was like they wouldn't even talk to him anymore. There was something that always pissed his family off. He sighed lightly, when he heard his phone buzzing. He looked at the caller ID and was kind of surprised to see his mother's name pop up onto the screen.

He was about to ignore it, but curiosity was getting the better of him. He picked up before it went to voicemail. "Hello mother, long time no talk. What's going on?" he asked. It wasn't the best greeting, but it was all he had at the moment. "Thank God you answered. I've been fighting with myself on calling you, and letting you know.. But your father is in the hospital. He was in a really bad car accident, and he's on life support.. I know we haven't been on good terms the last couple of months, but I know he would love to see you one last time" the woman breathed out.

"I know this is going to sound really heartless of me. But I don't think dad wants to see me. If he's on life support, then that means he can't see anyone. I know I'm not the best son you could have asked for, and I've tired pleasing you and dad my whole life. I'm sorry about dad I really am, but I don't think I can come and see you or him. I also won't be attending the funeral either."

"Really Owen? You are going to do this to me? Your father is fucking dying, and you are being a total asshole about it! I raised you better than that.. At least I thought I did.. Fine if you don't want to say goodbye to your father, then don't bother seeing Jenny or anyone else in the family" click.. Those last words seemed to sting a lot more than the male thought. He sighed lightly and set his phone aside, and put his head into his hands. Had he really fucked up again?

His mother couldn't stop him from seeing his sisters, and nephews and nieces either. Yes he might be an asshole, but he had reasons to not even be around his family. He sighed lightly as he ran a hand over his face, and leaned back into his chair. He then heard the music kick on and knew that James was on time, and getting ready to open up the bar. Tonight was going to be long, and he was just waiting to hear from Jenny, or Vicky. Either one of them would be better than his mother. He sighed, grabbed his pen, and started working on the paperwork he's been putting off. Hoping tonight would go smoothly.

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The morning sunlight streaming into the room made the raven haired female moan. She wasn't in the mood to do anything today. She had the last three days off, and it had been magical. She had gotten her whole apartment cleaned, clothes washed, dishes fully done, and even had some extra time to get grocery shopping done as well. Even though her time was up being off work, she was glad to get back to the bar. She couldn't help but wonder how Owen had managed without her. She knew he could do it, but sometimes she couldn't help but wonder. At one point she had almost gone to the bar, just to get drunk.

She had stopped herself before going though. She wasn't about to arrive at her own place of work, just for free drinks. She sighed lightly as she looked at the time on her phone. It was a little after noon, and she still had quite some time before she had to go into work. That was when she spotted the message from Owen. She sighed and opened it up, reading it quickly. I'm going to be in the back most of the night tonight. If you need anything you have some of the other Angels to help you out. Unless you really need me, is when you can disturb me.

So tonight she would be on her own, and manning the whole bar. Something she adored more than anything. It gave her the confidence she needed, because she had thought about opening up her own side business. Tattooing is what it would be. She loved putting ink into people's skin, and showing off her art work. Something she couldn't really do to herself. She sighed lightly, as she pushed herself out of her king sized bed. She made her way to the bathroom, stripped out of her sleeping clothes, and climbed into the shower. She turned the water on, and stood there under the cold spray.

It was going to be a long, interesting night that's for sure. She let the water heat up a bit, before she hurried and washed her hair, and body. It took her about twenty minutes to finish the shower. She shut the water off, climbed out and wrapped herself into a towel. She then walked into her bedroom and opened the closet. She pulled out a pair of black jeans, along with a black t-shirt, with Hell's Angels printed on the front. One of her favorite things in the world. She wore it to work, when she wasn't stripping. Tonight she would be manning the bar, and she was okay with that.

She finished getting ready, and realized she still had some time to grab something to eat, and then get to the bar in time to open it. She grabbed her wallet, car keys, apartment keys, along with her cell phone and left the small apartment building. She walked out to her beat up truck, unlocked it, and climbed inside. She started it up, and pulled out of the parking spot in front of her building. She stopped at Starbucks along the way, grabbed her favorite coffee, along with one of their sandwiches. When she was back inside the truck, she headed to the bar.

When the bar was in view, she pulled into a parking spot, shut the truck off, grabbed her things and headed inside. She still had about an hour to an hour in a half before people would start showing up. She turned on the music, set her coffee and food behind the counter, and went about taking the chair's down, and getting tables wiped off. She started moving to the beat of the music as well, and went about getting everything done. When it was a couple minutes before opening, she grabbed her cup took a sip, and placed it back behind the counter.

She walked over, unlocked the doors and let the few people inside. She plastered on a smile as she moved behind the counter, and started taking orders. So far it wasn't that busy. The other Angels should be on time for their shifts as well. When she looked up at the next customer, her breath caught in her throat. There was a woman not much older than she was, standing right there in front of her. "What can I get for you?" she asked, hoping she hadn't made a total fool of herself just now.