“Okay, I’ll be back shortly.”
I clear two tables, then grab the meals for Scalpel and Coin. Placing them on the table, I quickly turn and leave them to eat in peace. Time passes quickly when you are working through the lunchtime crowd, and as it thins out, I take a deep breath and think thankfully it will be time to leave soon. Maisy going has left me working twice as hard, but I don’t hold it against her. She was spitting mad, and I think underneath that feeling she had been more than a little worried.
Looking up when I hear the familiar high-pitched nasal sound, I don’t turn around because I know it is Lulu who has walked into the diner. Shelby looks at me and rolls her eyes, but we both turn sharply when we hear her snarl at Coin.
“Why have you not been back to purchase my building? You're telling me it’s not good enough for biker scum?”
Oh, no, that is not on. That is already making my blood start to simmer. I frown, turn, and walk over to Lulu. “Lulu, be quiet.Do not make yourself look disgusting by calling people names like you are on a school playground.”
“Shut your mouth and mind your business,” Lulu snaps while throwing her hands onto her hips.
“It is my business when you walk into this diner. I am a server here, and it is part of my job to make sure our diners are comfortable and unbothered…” Of course I am interrupted.
“Your job! It’s your job to serve, so go somewhere else and serve,” Lulu looks over my shoulder where I am sure Shelby is stepping over.
“I’ve told you before about coming in here and airing grievances against people that don’t want to play your games, Lulu. This time I’m done with it. You are banned from the diner. Go eat somewhere else from now on. And leave my diners and servers alone.” Turning to walk away Shelby must think of something else she wants to say as she turns and continues, “You're calling them names, but hey, Lulu, let's be honest here. You are a nasty ass woman who just needs to get laid to loosen up…”
The diners burst into laughter when they hear Shelby’s comment. Lulu blushes to her hair roots, and a diner behind me somewhere states loud enough for all to hear, “Nobody wants to get involved with Lulu. She’s not worth the trouble. It’s why her husband up and left her during the night. He sneaked out and divorced her ass.”
Another diner adds, “Yeah, she’s selling up because she is an embarrassment to herself. Her mother, God rest her soul, was a fantastic and righteous woman. She would be ashamed of you, Lulu. You have shown the town how terrible you are.”
Lulu scoots out of the diner, and I turn to look at Coin who is grinning like a fool. Scalpel rests his chin in his hand with hiselbow on the table. Neither is looking at all worried about the fracas that has just happened.
“Have the meal on me,” Shelby states as she walks away mumbling about Lulu being a pain in the town’s ass and she hopes she leaves town soon.
Arriving home, I make a drink of iced tea before kicking off my shoes and sitting at the kitchen table. I take a few sips, then drop the mental block. Immediately Bono slams into my mind.
*You have to tell Tracker that the supplier is in Bayswater Town. He is the one selling to the dealer here in town*
“Bono, I need to know more than that. You know Bayswater is twice the size of here, so you need to get me specifics. Street where he lives. His name. Things that Tracker can actually use to find him.” I sigh and take another sip of my drink.
Tank appears and shoves Bono out of the way, all the while giving me a huge smile as he does so.*We will get more information, Cilla*
“Thank you, Tank. Over and out,” I say the last tongue in cheek, and hope they get the message to leave me alone for a while. I don’t even know if that is the correct term to use, but I don’t care either.
Chapter 24
FINGER
This morning, I gave Cilla a‘good morning and see you later’that she won’t forget for a long time. I’d get myself a badge statingI’m the Orgasm King,but alas, yeah, I’m being dramatic. Cilla wasn’t into that, and I did laugh at her expression when I suggested it.
I walk into church, but not a meeting, it’s just the largest room for the blueprints to be laid out for all of us to study. The damn thing is hard to understand at first glance. There are lines, symbols, and comments all over it.
All officers and Pres are here checking it out, and I’m listening to what they all are saying. Gradually I fully understand what I’m looking at. “I want that suite,” I state clearly as I point at one at the end of the second floor. It has a view of the front of the clubhouse and a side view over the compound but looks over the landscape which I know Cilla will enjoy.
“Why do you want a suite when you have a house with Cilla?” Hot Rod asks. I admit not negatively, but he asked!
“I know Cilla has a house, but sometimes we will need to be here. Let’s be honest, I am the enforcer, so I need to be here during the day most of the time. If we have a lockdown, I need a place where I can keep Cilla safe.”
Tracker steps in. “No problem, Finger. You take that suite. It’s not an issue, is it, Hot Rod?” We all clocked the tone of his voice.
I look over at Hot Rod, who has a shocked look on his face. “Hey, I meant nothing bad by asking. I just thought they didn’t need one. But hearing what Finger said I understand and fully agree. I would step in front of a bullet for Cilla. She is our first old lady, and we need to keep her safe.”
“That’s right. Cilla is ourSeerand Finger’s old lady. We all keep her safe, no matter what we have to do,” Tracker states that fact so solidly that none of us could misunderstand.
Demon steps around the table and slaps my shoulder. “I know I’m not an officer, but I’d lay it down for Cilla, brother.”
Nodding in appreciation, I look around the room and realize how lucky I am to have these brothers at mine and Cilla’s backs. The meeting quickly proceeds on to who and how the clubhouse suites are going to be built.