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“Take my cum, princess,” he growled.
I shuddered in disgust. I hated that fucking nickname.
“You better have our money on Friday. You don’t want to
know what will happen if they send Vein.” He pulled up his pants and fixed his cut before leaving the alleyway to the parking lot.
A lone tear slid down my face as I tried to clean up as best I could, because I knew I wouldn’t have the payment, unless by some miracle, I received the biggest tip of my career.
I rubbed my sweaty palms over my uniform to smooth it down. This was what I’d become. This was now my life. One poor decision at my 18th birthday bash, me rejecting a public marriage proposal from the MC president who had taken my father’s place, irrevocably changed the course of my whole life. I went from honored, protected family member to cum dumpster for all these motherfuckers to stick their cocks into whenever they felt like it.
Grifter didn’t even use protection. I’d have to get to the doctor as soon as I had time. If I could afford it. Which I couldn’t. Maybe I could stop in the county women’s clinic and get tested. Fuck, when was the last time I got my birth control shot? I’d been working so much.
Trembling, I jerked the door open and went back to work. Deciding I didn’t want to see the damage to my face, I bypassed the staff bathroom and stumbled blindly down the hall, hoping my boss wouldn’t see me. Not that he’d say anything even if he did. He would just shake his head and wonder if everything was alright, make a mental note to check on me later when he’d finished his pile of work, then promptly forget I existed.
I didn’t want to think about the club sending Vein next time. That man was a fucking psycho. His road name was well deserved since he loved cutting his victims up, nicking the perfect veins to bleed someone dry slowly.
“Girl? You look well-fucked.” Megan crept up from behind me. “Jelly.”
I jumped and grabbed my chest. My heart thumped so hard I thought it might burst. “You know damn well that wasn’t what it was,” I bit out. “And look what he did.” I pointed to the mark I knew was on my face.
Megan scoffed. “Sounds like you’re protesting too much. What? You too good for their cocks now? Why do you think I’m still with Josh? He fucks like a god. That’s the reason I stick around. Hey! You could have had the head honcho, been the queen of the MC, but nooooo. That wasn’t good enough for you. You didn’t want to get married. You wanted to go to college,” she snarked. “You always were an overachiever. Look where that got you.”
“I almost lost my life that day.” My nostrils flared at the reminder of that fateful birthday party, but I didn’t want to antagonize her more. Been there, had scars to prove it from when her boyfriend would step in to punish me for upsetting her.
She shrugged. “You should have said yes. What were you thinking? People like us don’t have normal lives and go to college. The best we can hope for is to become someone’s old woman. You wouldn’t have pulled that crap if your dad had been alive.”
Rather than dispute the love/hate relationship I had with my father, I reached into the small cooler, pulled out a juice box for the baby crying in my section, then went to the table.
I plastered a fake smile on my face. “Hey there! Would you mind if I gave her this juice box?”
The frazzled parents nodded their consent.
I shot a sweet smile to their toddler. “You look thirsty. I got you an apple juice. Do you want it?”
The baby girl gave me a toothy grin. “Yesh.”
My laugh was authentic at her mispronunciation. Children were so cute. I wished I had time for one. But I lived alone and in fear every single day. There was no time for a goldfish, let alone a child, and neither were safe in the kind of environment I was trapped in. The neighborhood was bad. The people in my life were bad. My life was bad.
After getting the toddler settled, I grabbed my pen and note- book from my apron and smiled. Although I didn’t need it, I found it easier if customers saw me writing. “Are you all ready to order?”
The couple nodded their heads and got two specials. For the little one, they wanted French fries and a grilled cheese. Easy.
I rushed past Megan into the kitchen. Customer satisfaction was in my wheelhouse. Out of all the waitresses, I was by far the most courteous. That probably had something to do with the fact that I actually cared.
“Hey Hector? I need two specials, French fries and a grilled cheese, stat.” I rang the bell, annoying the cooks. They hated whenever we hit it.
“It’s always stat with you, Sloane, and typically never needs to be rushed.” Hector threw a towel over his shoulder and moved the toothpick in his mouth.
“I just like seeing you run around like a chicken with your head cut off.” I turned away cackling, feeling lighter just hanging with the guys in the back. If only for a brief second.
“Well, I love watching you leave.” Hector drawled. His head dropped ridiculously to the side as he tried to stare at my backside.
I flipped him off because he wasn’t being serious. He had a wife and two kids. Hector threw his toothpick at my head in retaliation.
“Not my hair!” I squeaked, rushing out of the kitchen with my hands covering my scalp.
The day dragged on like usual, and I was lost in my work. As if the universe knew how badly I needed the money, the tips coming in were generous. Near the end of my shift, Ted rushed out of the office.
