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Family. The only one Trey had ever known. Unconventional, unpredictable, and crossed the lines of legal. It wasn’t most people’s vision of perfection, but it was Trey’s. Loyalty had a way of trumping everything else.
Chapter Fifteen
Dahlia cracked her back and ignored the throbbing ache in her feet. I need better shoes. After spending the day in inventory and grabbing a quick fifteen-minute break before the club opened, she’d thought she was prepared for her six-hour shift. But she was feeling the effects halfway through. The night had been extremely busy, with little reprieve for any of them working the bar. It certainly made the night fly by, and she was happy to be back at bar one with Misti and Killian for a night.
“Hey, Dahlia!”
It was a miracle she’d even heard him. His voice, though she assumed he was shouting, was barely a whisper over the music and customers at the bar.
She rushed over to the edge of the counter, shouting over the music. “Hey, Aaron.”
“Dinner break.”
Now? She scanned the packed bar. The waiting customers were now three rows deep. Misti and Killian were on either side of the bar, with her playing backup and even making a few drinks herself. This was where she thrived, and the last thing she wanted was to step away. Especially leaving her coworkers short-handed.
“Oh, I’m good.”
Aaron shook his head, waving her closer. Dahlia rested her elbows on the bar and leaned forward.
“You have to take it, Dahlia.”
How could she leave them now? Sure, she was hungry, but it could wait until the crowds died down a bit. If ever. Before she could argue, Killian jumped in, moving closer to the corner where she and Aaron were holed up.
“Aaron, we’re swamped here, man!” Killian said while making a drink.
Aaron held up his hands. “I know, but she’s been in here doing inventory all day. Gotta give her a break. Boss’s orders.”
Dahlia tapped Aaron’s hand, gaining his attention. “I took fifteen before we opened. I’m fine.”
Aaron parted his lips but was quickly interrupted by Misti sidling up next to her.
“See? She said she’s fine. When it slows down, I’ll send her on break and talk to Sloane,” Misti said while mixing a drink, but Aaron was shaking his head again.
“The order came from Trey.”
Both Misti and Killian looked back at her, and Dahlia stilled. This was a first. Since she’d begun working at the club, there had been a few times, much like tonight, that they’d been so busy all three of them had skipped their breaks. It hadn’t been an issue back then.
Misti nudged Dahlia’s arm, lifted her chin, and walked to the other side of the bar. “Take your break.”
What?
“But—”
“Dahlia,” Killian said, taking the glass from her hand. “If Trey tells you to take a break, you take the break.”
His statement left no room for discussion, and she tossed the rag in her hand onto the back bar top. Dahlia walked through the back curtain, with Aaron following close behind. While she appreciated the gesture, she certainly wasn’t starving. Dinner could wait.
“I didn’t even bring anything to eat.”
Aaron grabbed her hand, halted her, and leaned over, grabbing a brown paper bag. Without opening it, she could smell the cheesesteak and fries. Her mouth watered, and her stomach growled as if cheering for the free meal.
“You bought me dinner?”
Aaron raised his brows. “I didn’t.”
“Then who?”
Aaron flattened his lips.
