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Even though we’ve stopped by Old Man Winter’s Diner the last few days for lunch, everyone stops and stares at us when we walk in. It takes a moment for everyone to go back to what they’re doing after we slide into our seats. It’s as if they’re waiting to see if we’re going to cause trouble.
Chains mutters under his breath, “Why does it feel like my mom is going to pop out of nowhere and tell me to get my elbows off the table?”
I bark out a laugh and shake my head at him because he’s right. There’s something wholesome about this place and every business we’ve visited only makes it more apparent.
Brimstone gives Chains shit, “Didn’t know your mom was a 50’s housewife kind of woman. Might need to meet her if she is.”
“Fuck you,” Chains shoots back and gives Brimstone’s shoulder a shove.
My brother isn’t wrong though, the diner has a definite theme. It’s one I dig, and the food is just as greasy and delicious as the décor makes you believe it will be. If it weren’t a little chilly outside, I’d probably break down and get a milkshake too. As it is, we always get a piece of pie to end our meals here and they’re fucking delicious.
I’m tempted to steal whoever is making the pies, but that’s something to consider after we find the person responsible for stealing from the club. If we find them. I haven’t seen anyone suspicious, and they haven’t tried to hack us again. Being here is starting to feel like a dead end even though my gut is telling me not to give up just yet.
After we order and start digging into our food, we put our heads together and try to come up with something. Anything.
“I heard there’s some sort of lantern festival thing going on tonight at some orchard,” Crucify throws out and we turn to look at him. He narrows his eyes and huffs, “What? People tell me things.”
“People tell you things,” I repeat slowly. “Because you seem like such a trustworthy guy?”
He shoots me a wicked grin and points a fry in my direction. “Fine, I blended into the shadows and overheard some people talking about it.”
“Yeah, that sounds much more believable,” I quip.
And it does. Crucify is not a small man and he certainly doesn’t give off welcoming vibes at all. It’s one of the things that makes him a good enforcer for the club. He can make a grown man spill his secrets with silence and a glare. I’ve seen more than one person stare at him while we’ve been in town. It’s not surprising considering his tattoos, bulk, and imposing form.
Hell, if I didn’t know the man and how damn loyal he is to the club, I’d be scared of him. I remember meeting him when Spark brought me into the clubhouse the first time and I thought for sure he was going to lay me out in front of everyone. The next thing I knew, we were playing a game of pool, and I was kicking his ass.
When he lost, I eyed him warily and he growled, “I should hit you over the head with this pool cue.”
I don’t know where I found the backbone considering I knew it could be a death sentence, but I mouthed off, “Or you could get better.”
The lounge froze as everyone’s attention focused on us and it felt like a million years passed before he started laughing. It wasn’t some little chuckle either, it was a full-on belly laugh that required him to wipe tears from his face. When he straightened up, he slapped my back, and I stumbled forward a step.
“You’re going to fit in just fine here, kid,” he assured me.
I knew I was home right then and there.
I shake off the memory when Chains suggests, “We should go to the lantern thing. Most of the town should be there, I would think. It might help us get a read on more people.”
I nodded absently, trying to reconcile my disappointment at not finding the dickweed who stole from the club and my gut telling me I’m on the right track for…something. I have no idea what it is, but this is the closest I’ve come to finding out who is behind the theft. I know it shouldn’t matter, but I also wonder what they’ve been spending the money on.
Are they just that selfish? Or is there something else at play here?
When we finish and step out of the diner, we all go our separate ways so we can explore the town and maybe find out some information. If we’re all together, people will be less likely to tell us anything.
As I’m walking down the street, I feel naked without my cut on, but we decided it might spook whoever has been stealing from the club if they see our insignia. I agree, but it feels wrong that I’m not wearing my club’s patch right now.
I avoid taking it off as much as I can because the club is part of who I am. They gave me a home when I had long forgotten what having a home even meant. They gave me brothers when I never had any before. They gave me a purpose when I was desperate for meaning in my life.
I owe the DSMC everything.
I’m not paying attention when I hear a door open and then a woman’s gasp as the front of the flannel I’m wearing is doused in hot as fuck liquid. I jump back as my eyes come down and I’m looking into worried filled brown eyes. My heart stops as I look at the woman in front of me and as hard as it is to not stare into her eyes for eternity, I have to see the rest of her.
Her hair, which is black and longer than her shoulders, looks silky and makes me wonder what it would feel like between my fingers. She’s wearing a light sweater, but it does nothing to hide her killer fucking rack from my eyes or her curves, which my hands are begging to touch. She’s much shorter than my 6’2” and, fuck, her curves.
She looks like her hips are the kind you could really hold onto while you plow into her from behind. She’d be able to take it and ask for more. I haven’t seen her ass, but I swear I can feel it cushioning my hips as I fuck her and make her scream.
My dick is rock hard behind the fly of my jeans, and it takes everything in me not to wrap my arm around her waist and haul her against me. I know she’d fit perfectly against me as her tits pillow against my chest.
