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“Why?”
Nick comes back with a box of cans, “This is what I could find.”
I look them over—Soldier beans x 3, kidney beans x 2, red beans x 2, corn x5, spinach x 3…peaches? No.
I put the peaches aside. “Open these and put them in separate bowls.”
“Gotcha,” Nick gets to work with a can opener I’m sure was used during WWII. He may as well be using a spoon. These people live like animals.
Three minutes, time to turn the steaks.
Bret sidles up next to me, “You don’t rememberanythingelse?”
What game is he playing?“Why don’tyoutellmewhat you’d like me to remember and I’ll let you know if I do?”
“Youknow,” he nudges me and shrugs with a raised brow. “Mr. Handsome face?”
What?“I don’t know what that is, Bret, but I’m close to killing myself with this hangover and this heat and those rolls aren’t slicing themselves.”
“Okay,” he nods, looking a little confused. “We’ll talk later.”
I go over to Nick and check his progress. I liven up the beans and corn with some hot sauce—chili is an antioxidant and an aphrodisiac.
I tell both Nick and Bret to help me take the rolls and the vegetables to the tables. We get it done in short order.
I’m back at the grill to turn the sausages and by the time I’m done, the second three-minutes is done with the steaks.
I place everything on a big tray—including the sausage—and bring everything to the table. “Bon appétit.”
“What’s with all the rabbit food,” Dom asks.
“Eat it,” I say sternly.
He looks at me likeI’man idiot.
“Or you’ll die,” I nod to him like he’s a child because he’sstupid!
Chapter Four
Chase
Lara is entertaining everyone with tales of healthy diets and how so much red meat with no fiber or greens will lead them to an early, cancerous death—Ass cancer, she said.
They’re eating up every word like it’s rocky-road ice-cream.
It’s true though. The last time anyone here ate something that wasn’t takeout must’ve been when they were still living at their mother’s house.
She’s funny…but she also fucked up my bike. I can’t let that slide.
I was drunk, I said some things I shouldn’t have, but you don’t fuck with a man’s ride.
What’s more—I don’t trust her.
Dom is giving her a ton of leeway that he’d never give anybody else. I smell bullshit.
The way she’s got Bret and Nick under her thumb doesn’t make me feel much better either.
We allearnedour place in this club.
