Unknown: I know you recognized me this morning. I had no idea who you were before. Did you know who I was?
This has to be Kierstie.
Me: If this is who I think it is textin’ me, then no, I had no idea. It’s been at least ten years, if not more, since I’d seen you. I didn’t recognize you at all.
I add her number into my phone because I plan on using it before her brothers kill me.
Kierstie: Okay then, ’cause I think I’d have a problem if you’d fucked me to get in with my brothers. We do need to talk at some point.
Me: Fuck no, I didn’t get with you ’cause of your brothers. I’m likely to die when they find out. Still wouldn’t change me from doin’ what we did, though, gorgeous. We can talk whenever, just let me know. I gotta work or Pres is gonna come see what I’m doin’.
Kierstie: K
I get to work on the Civic that Mario brought into the bay. He’s helping me and two other brothers since it seems our other prospect, Cain, ain’t in today. Before I realize it, a few hours have passed and it’s time for lunch. I clean up, grab my phone and head into the office to see if she wants to grab lunch together.
What I run into is that hang around, Kathleen, throwing herself at Pres and making a scene in the office. Jameson and I quickly grab her and take her outside. She’s fighting us the entire time.
Jameson speaks before I can. “You need to get it through your head that Pres doesn’t want you. Doesn’t matter if he’s seeing anyone or not. You’re not what he wants and I can just about guarantee now that no brother is gonna want you.”
I agree with him. “Fuck no, we aren’t. Get gone and remember you’re banned.”
Shockingly, she gets in her car and takes off. Maybe we actually got through to her, but I doubt it. She’s been a pain for as long as I’ve been part of the club.
Walking back into the office, I notice Kierstie isn’t at her desk. I head to Jon’s office to see if everything’s alright since we had to de-skank his office. “You good, Pres?”
He looks up from his desk. “Yeah, that bitch just can’t take no for an answer. We’re lucky Kierstie had an appointment to go to or she would’ve beaten her ass, or at least dragged her outta here.”
I chuckle at his expression.
“I was gonna see if she wanted me to pick her up something for lunch since I figured she was knee-deep in your paperwork.”
Shaking his head, he says, “Nah, she mentioned the appointment to me this weekend and said she had to take what she could get, having just moved back and all. I’d kill for a burger and fries, though.”
After getting his order, I take off for lunch, the woman who’s been on my mind for months back in the forefront. I hope everything’s okay. I decide to pick up an extra sandwich and fries to give to her if she’s there when I get back. If she’s not, one of the guys will eat it without a doubt.
I’m sitting down to eat when someone sits down across from me. Looking up, I see it’s either Samson or Saxon.
“What’s up, cuz? Aren’t you supposed to be hard at work on a computer or something?” He glares at me in a way I know it’s Samson and not Saxon. The two fuckers are almost identical, but having known them my whole life, I’ve learned some of their tells.
“If I fuckin still worked there, I would. They said they had to downsize due to budget issues but only laid off me and the other two employees who aren’t related to them. I can’t wait for them to realize that the three of us they let go did ninety percent of the work.”
“What are ya gonna do for work? Did you want to come work at the shop?”
The waitress walks up and takes our orders, and I add the two to-go orders to it.
“Nah, that’s more your scene and not where my talent lies. I’m actually going to see about starting up our own business in the security sector. I know Ry was looking at leaving his job and the other two guys I worked with are interested in joining us.”
“Well, it looks like you got it all planned out there. You goin’ to your dad’s tonight to help move the furniture he just bought?”
The waitress brings over our food and drinks. We both thank her and of course he asks for a side of ranch. I think he eats fucking everything drenched in the stuff.
“Yeah, I can’t believe he’s finally getting a new couch. I think he’s had that one since before she left.”
“It’s been more than twenty years since she left. She stayed in contact for a lot of them and you still won’t call her mom or by her name?” Samson gives me a glare that would intimidate a lot of people but does nothing to me.
“Fuck no. Yeah, she didn’t completely disappear, but a mom she wasn’t. Dad’s the only parent we had and he did great. Besides, I don’t see you calling yours dad, or by his name.”
Glaring back at him, I take a bite of my burger. “First off, that fucker isn’t my father. He was an abusive alcoholic asshole to boot. Not that I think my biological dad might be any better. Mom had shit taste in men.” Samson agrees and we both get to eatin’ since I only have a short lunch break.
