isn’t something I say to get people to pity me. I genuinely hate working at
Mary’s Rib Shack. I hate the mauve one-piece uniform, made of an awful,
itchy fabric. I hate that the owner likes us to show off our assets, which
means our uniforms are short around the legs and low around the neck. I don’t
particularly enjoy showing off my barely-there B cups, especially not to our
clientele. I hate that Mary’sis in downtown Gypsy Falls and the people
who show up here are sketchy at best, but most are completely creepy. But Mary
pays in cash and I need to stay off the grid.
isn’t something I’ve done out of choice but more out of necessity. Growing up
around an outlaw motorcycle club, which I then managed to piss off—through no
fault of my own, might I add—means running and hiding to stay alive. If King
were to ever get his hands on me, I wouldn’t survive. Knowing that death chases
me daily and could catch up with me at any moment ensures I always keep my head
area where the diner is located is far from ideal, with drug dealers on every
second corner and a nonexistent police response rate. From the linoleum
flooring that’s cracked and peeling in places, to the faded leather booth seats,
and the god-awful music, there isn’t a single thing about Mary’s Rib Shack that
I don’t hate.
the evening shift until closing time, from four in the afternoon until around
midnight. I want to be able to work my way out of this hellhole and provide a
better life for myself. I have aspirations and being a waitress isn’t one of
day, I want to be able to open my own tattoo parlor. For as long as I can
remember, I’ve loved drawing and through the years, I’ve honed my craft. Add to
that the fact I did an apprenticeship at a tattoo parlor, learning from one of
the best, and you have my dream. The only thing I want to do for the rest of my
can we get some more coffee over here?” the man with the biker’s cut sitting in
my section all but yells at me.
I saw them enter and a chill ran right down my spine. My first instinct was to
run, to get the hell out of here as quickly as my legs could carry me. After
catching a glimpse of their patches and not recognizing their club, I was able
to calm myself.
hands shake, and my legs feel weak as I make my way to their table. Bikers
terrify me. Not some bikers, but all bikers.
three other guys with him seem rather normal-looking although anyone with eyes
can tell that’s not the case. One blond and two with dark-brown hair, all of
them with protruding beer bellies. The fourth man, the one who just spoke and
whom I’m assuming is the leader of this merry band of misfits, gives me the straight-up
large, burly, and bald, with a snake tattoo running down his arm to his wrist.
It’s garish and badly done with absolutely no detail. The man looks me over
with eyes the color of mud as I refill the cups. There’s no depth to his eyes,
just a flat deadness, and I try to avoid eye contact at all costs. I refill all
four cups and start to move away when a large hand clamps around my wrist and
pulls me back. Again, I feel this crawling sensation running over my skin. It
takes everything I have within me not to pull away from his grip.
don’t you sit down with us for a minute, darling?” the leader drawls at me.
can’t. I’m on shift and have to get back to my customers,” I reply while trying
to pull my arm from his grip.
breathing becomes shallow and a shiver works its way through my body. The need
to get his hands off me is almost overwhelming.
now, Mary won’t mind, and the other waitress can see to your customers while
you have a seat with us.”
a tone that’s supposed to be reassuring but simply serves to creep me out even
more. He yanks on my arm and I lose my balance, toppling forward and pouring
half the remaining coffee down the front of his pants.
stupid fucking whore,” he bellows.
I can react, he backhands me across the face, causing me to fall. My head
connects with the counter and then the floor with a resounding thud. Lying on
the floor, all I can think is this is it, my last day at Mary’s. I would
rather live on the fucking street than work here one more day. Regaining
my senses and opening my eyes, I find complete chaos around me. All the guys
from the table are on their feet. The two dark-haired men are holding back the
guy who just slapped me. He’s doing his best to pull away from their grip and
has his eyes trained on the front door to the diner.
best friend, stands in the doorway. She’s a petite Asian woman with long black
hair streaked with purple, full sleeve tattoos—courtesy of myself, a small
waist, and an awesome set of all-natural C-cup breasts. Storm knows how to
defend herself from the time she spent living on the street. She may be a
stripper, but she will never let a man get the upper hand again. Apparently,
she learned a painful lesson and quickly found someone to teach her how to
three-inch stilettos with her gun pointed straight at him, she stands her
ground in front of this monster of a man.
why don’t you take your little cronies and leave?” She’s deadly calm in the
face of this man and for a moment, I envy her confidence. I haven’t moved from
my spot on the floor and simply watch their exchange like the coward I have
know good and well that your kind isn’t welcome around here. Or do I need to
make a call?” She appears calm while taking her phone out of the back pocket of
tries to charge at her again but the blond man steps between them.
to go,” he says, and the other two men start pulling Viper toward the door on
the other side of the diner.
gonna get you. You and your little waitress friend. You’re gonna pay. You hear
me, Storm? You and that little cock tease!” he bellows as he’s dragged out.
“That pussy club ain’t gonna save you.”
as they are on the motorcycles and roaring into the distance, Storm puts her
gun back in her purse and rushes over to me. “Oh, sweetie. Are you okay?” she inquires
while pushing my hair from my face to inspect the damage.
like a bitch but I’ll live. Gonna be blue tomorrow and I’ll probably have an
egg on my head later, but I’ll be fine,” I assure her as I push up from the
floor. “Thanks for the help.”
looks at me with sympathy in her eyes, something I despise more than I can ever
explain. I hate being seen for the weak, broken, scared little girl I become
once I am faced with something that triggers my past. My past affects me more
than I would like to admit, even to myself. So many things can trigger me and
have me turning back in on myself. For years, I have secluded myself from
people except for a select few. My friendship with Storm often pushes my
boundaries and I feel like she is helping me rejoin the world again, one little
push at a time.
opens her mouth to respond, Mary comes shrieking around the corner.
stupid bitches. Do you know what you’ve done?”
face is blood red from the lack of oxygen during her rant and her over-styled,
bleach-blonde hair flies all over the place.
assholes are gonna burn my place to the fucking ground because of the two of
the fuck is wrong with you?” Storm turns a glare on her. “One of your staff
members was just attacked, and all you can worry about is your business? What
kind of person are you?”
stares daggers at Storm as I pull myself to my feet.
wrong with me?” Mary continues shrieking. “Do you know who the fuck those guys
were and how bad it can get when you fuck with them?”
do,” Storm says calmly. “Those are the limp-dick Mongrels MC and ain’t shit
gonna happen to anyone. Pope is gonna lose his shit when he hears they were in
pales when she seems to realize Storm actually knows what she’s talking about.
Storm says, looking back at me over her shoulder, “I am gonna take Hadley home
and get some ice on her face. You’re gonna cover her tables and still pay her
for the hours she’s missing. Because that’s what a good boss would do.”
choke on a dick, Storm. You won’t be telling me how to run my goddamn business.
Why don’t you and Hadley just get her shit and get out because I don’t need to
draw any more attention.”
turns to me and, looking me in the eyes, says, “You’re fired.”
I can think it through or contemplate my actions, my fist flies out and
connects with Mary’s nose.
gives an undignified shriek as she cups her nose. “You cunt! You broke my
at her before regaining my footing. Today may have been my breaking point. I
have never—and I mean never—in my life laid hands on another person. “Oh, bite
me, Mary. You’re a fucking bitch and I quit.”
hitting Mary, telling her to piss off, and quitting my job, I feel like I’m on
top of the world. For the first time I can remember, I stood up for myself.
what I’m sure is a seriously crazy smile on my face, I turn away from her. I
head to the back of the diner where my personal effects are in a locker and
change out of my shitty uniform. Taking a deep breath, I realize what I have
just done. I stood up for myself but in the process, I’ve quit the only job I
have. How am I going to pay rent, buy food, or pay for my damn car repairs? I
am so fucked.
of lingering on that, I square my shoulders and walk out to the front. People
are crowded around Mary while Storm is smirking from her spot at the front
door. Looking back at Mary, I smile. As I walk out of the diner, I give a
single finger salute in farewell, light up a smoke, and walk home.
at the clubhouse, with a bottle of bourbon beside my favorite ratty green chair
and a skinny piece of club ass grinding on my junk, I try to will myself to
think about anything else besides today’s fuckup. Rock music blasts through the
sound system and I let the music flow through me. Staring blankly past her, I
try to think about the run we just got back from and how it all went to shit in
the blink of an eye.
club enforcer, it’s my job to ensure the safety of the club members. The fact
that Sparrow is lying on a table in the next room while Doc digs a bullet out
of his leg gets on my fucking nerves.
have happened the way it did. But as usual, the mother fucking Mongrels got in
our business and turned shit upside down. What was supposed to be a simple drop
off for the Mexican cartel got all fucked beyond comprehension.
at the warehouse twenty minutes before the drop was supposed to go down is our
usual protocol. One of the guys would do a perimeter sweep while the rest of us
got the cargo ready to be picked up. It should have been a simple run, one
we’ve made a dozen times without any issues. But the Mongrels decided it was a
good idea to try to rob us in the middle of our transaction. They came barreling
in on a beat-up truck, all guns blazing probably without thinking anything
through. The cartel got pissed, we got pissed, and bullets had started flying
in every damn direction.
we are still whole and so are the cartel because we for damn sure don’t need a
fucking cartel war on our street. We did kill two of the Mongrels’ lower-ranking
members and wounded their enforcer.
really want to do is find that fucking vice president of theirs in a dark alley
and run a blade across his throat real slow as I watch the life leave his eyes.
Viper is a fucking piece of work and enjoys inflicting pain, especially on
those who can’t defend themselves. I might be a fucked-up motherfucker but I don’t
hurt women and children. Never. That’s where I draw the line.
also likes to brag that he’ll take any bitch he wants with or without her
consent, and that shit grates on every last nerve I have. I’m so exhausted by
those pussies constantly fucking around in our business that I’m going to call
for full-out war the next time we go to church.
up from my chair without caring about the skinny bitch on my lap, I watch as
she falls to the floor in a heap. She has long, bottle-blonde hair that looks
like it’s lost a fight with a lawnmower. Her dark roots are grown out two
inches and it only makes her look cheaper than we all know she is. Her tits are
fake and huge and look ridiculous on her skinny ass.
sits on the floor, she makes no attempt to close her legs, and with her micro
mini pushed up around her waist, there’s no mistaking her pussy on display for
all to see. The only thought running through my head is I’d lose my mind if my
daughter ever disrespected herself that way.
huffs from her spot on the ground and stares daggers at me. “What the fuck,
Wolf? I thought we were gonna have a good time,” she whines in her high-pitched,
my eyes, they go so far back in my head I worry they might get stuck. “Jessie,
we’ve been over this before. There is no way on God’s green earth that I am
ever sticking my dick in your disease-ridden pussy. Damn, woman, I couldn’t
even get it up if I tried.”
to walk away, I hear her huff behind me. I know she’s going to say or do
something incredibly stupid, so I wait.
you, Wolf. You can’t get it up for anyone. Since that skinny bitch figured out
she could do better than you and up and left, you’ve been a limp-dick pussy.”
last words leave her lips, I circle her scrawny neck with one of my hands,
lifting her from the floor and walk her back against the nearest wall. I hold
her against the wall with her feet dangling in the air and see the
unadulterated fear in her eyes. I lean in and I can almost smell the terror
running off her in waves.
whisper in her ear, “Amber didn’t leave me, you dumb cunt. She’s dead, and if
you mouth off to me again, you will be too.”
away, I smile at her, knowing I look like a damn shark because I’m using too
much teeth. Slowly, I lower her to the ground. The moment I let go, she
scrambles off like a small animal afraid of a carnivore in the woods. Letting
loose a loud laugh, I have most of the heads in the club turning my way. I see
curiosity in some but from most just amusement. This simply makes me smile even
bigger as I give them the finger.
them. My brothers know me well enough to know I would never hurt a woman. Even
though only a select few know me well enough to know what happened to Amber.
my high school sweetheart. We met at sixteen and I never have and never will
love a woman the way I loved her. At twenty-four, I got Amber knocked up and
even though I was terrified, I couldn’t have been happier. Bought a house and
started getting all our shit straight.
twenty-nine weeks, Amber went into premature labor and due to massive hemorrhaging,
she died on the table. Our daughter was born but only survived a couple of
hours before she too passed. I got to hold her for a while and though it almost
killed me, I never regretted that experience. I’ve had real love and I’ve lost
it, and that’s fine by me.
hard and difficult motherfucker. At one point in my life, I’ve lost everything
that meant anything to me. Having loved and lost has made me harder than ever. Now
I drink and work and spend time with my club. They are the only things I care
about, all I have left. I’ll do anything for my brothers and for my club.
down next to the chair I was sitting in, I grab my bottle of bourbon and head
in the direction of where I last saw Doc and Sparrow. I enter the room and see
Doc has Sparrow all wrapped up. They’re smiling while chatting with each other.
This only serves to piss me off. I feel like shit for letting my friend, no, my
brother, get hurt because I’m incapable of securing his safety, and the two of
them are simply shooting the shit.
the damage, Doc?”
damage, Wolf, simply a graze to his calf. Two stitches and he’s all fixed up.
Didn’t even have to numb the area.”
at me but my face remains expressionless. I don’t care if it wasn’t serious. It
could have been.
Sparrow stands from his spot at the table he was seated at. He’s a tall man of
Hispanic descent, with wavy, dark hair and dark-brown eyes. He still speaks
with a Spanish accent and when riled up, you can’t get a word of English out of
isn’t your fault, and I’m perfectly fine. You can’t take this all on yourself,
brother. Shit happens, you know?”
Sparrow is one of the only brothers who can calm my ass down, but not tonight.
Tonight, I’m riled up and looking for a fight. “No, Sparrow, shit doesn’t
happen. People let shit happen to them.”
that, I stalk out of the room they were using to patch him up, across the main
area of the club, and out the door to my bike. I ignore Sparrow trying to stop
me. After jumping on my bike, I gun the engine as I make my way out of the
compound and head home.
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