by Sam Crescent
“We own it. The MC owns it, and we’re looking for a cook.”
Teri paused staring at the building in wonder. “You’re shitting me?”
“No.”
“I was only a waitress.”
“And we tasted all of your food, Teri. You can cook, and you should have owned that fucking diner back in the city. You should own a thousand fucking restaurants. That’s how damn good it tastes,” he said, meaning every word. “I don’t offer shit to shit people. You’re good at what you do, the best. I want you cooking for the club, and we’ll make sure you’re not tempted to walk away.”
Tears filled her eyes as she stared at the building. “You got me a diner. This doesn’t mean you’re going to want to marry me does it?” she asked.
“Fuck no. We’re friends, and we can still fuck. I’m not going to own you.” He placed his arm across her shoulders and looked up at the diner. “What do you think?”
“I think this is amazing. You finally did it.”
“I know.”
“This is what Pixie has always wanted,” Teri said.
“And I’m giving it to him.”
James loved his brother, and when Pixie almost died from a gunfight that they’d not been part of, James had made a promise to himself that he’d find a place for them to settle down.
This was where his brother’s dream would start and end.
“Oh my God, you’re going to have all the women eating out of the palm of your hand,” Teri said.
“I don’t want them eating my hand, baby. They’re going to be eating my dick.”
The Skulls could make a go of it, and he’d just recently heard Chaos Bleeds had settled down, and Trojans MC had always been in one place. It was time for the Dirty Fuckers to have a place, and women were going to be surrounding them like flies around shit.
End of sample chapter
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