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“I didn’t know Abby had a boyfriend,” I replied. “I thought she had multiple, and they all knew about each other.”
Mary let out a burst of laughter. Luckily, we only had one customer at the moment, who happened to be Silent Jay. He’s an elderly, grumpy man who glares at us while he takes two hours to drink his cup of coffee and eats his dinner, and then he leaves. And with barely a tip, I might add.
“Gosh, you’re too much,” Mary teased me, gently pushing my arm as she snorted.
I only smiled and kept doing my job. I’m glad I made Mary laugh, but I was actually being serious. I’ve seen a few different guys come in and claim to be her boyfriend. Maybe because I work more shifts with Abby than Mary does.
“Anyway, her boyfriend that I know about is a guy from the motorcycle gang in the next town over,” Mary continued.
I froze.
There’s a motorcycle club near here? I’ve never seen any club members around before. Though, I just work and go to the grocery store, so maybe I just never saw them?
The fact that I’m so close to some random MC scares me a little. Just a little though. Despite how shi.tty my supposed friends ended up being, the club was always a safe place for me. Until it wasn’t, but that was my sh.itty friends and my even shi.ttier stepsister, Everly.
I never blamed the club though. The older guys were like father figures to me. After Tusk became my stepdad, they were like uncles. They were never mean or rude to me and always treated me like family.
That was probably just because of my mom though. Nobody actually wanted me around. I figured that out the hard way.
Anyway, being close to an MC shouldn’t be a big deal. They obviously never come in here, and why would they? As long as they aren’t affiliated with The Inferno’s Demon Riders, then all should be fine. Even if they were, the only worry I’d really have is word getting back to my father and husband about my whereabouts.
Just like last time.
Whatever, I doubt that anyone would even recognize me. Right? I mean, I haven’t seen the majority of them in nine years. The last time I was there, I only saw Evander. That was still eight years ago.
“The guy came in here the other night, and he was fine as hell girl,” Mary continued.
I tried to keep up with all her gushing about how such a hot guy could be with an STD-riddled ska.nk like Abby. It was difficult though. My mind kept wandering towards the past, reminding me of the good ol’ days.
Or were they good?
I thought so at the time. Hell, those memories used to be the safe place I’d escape to when things got bad at Silent Divine. Then I came to learn the truth though. The cold, hard, ugly truth.
None of them wanted me. Not my mom, not Kylian, not Tae, not Evander, definitely not Chayton. I wonder if Ozias ever even truly liked me.
The more I think about it, the more I wonder if they were all told to befriend me and be nice to me. At least at some point they were told that. Probably when my mom started seeing Tusk behind our backs. Tusk wouldn’t want to upset his ol’ lady.
Maybe I was always just a nuisance to everyone.
“I told you to stay away from me for a while.”
“God, you’re always in the fu.cking way, Shorty.”
“What are you doing here, Spark? We told you to stay out of the clubhouse.”
“Maybe you should take the hint, Dimples. No one wants you here.”
“Bly, are you listening to me?” Mary asked, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts.
I blinked away the wetness filling my eyes and plastered a smile on my face.
“Sorry, zoned out a bit,” I mumbled.
“Understandable,” she replied. “You’re probably dog-tired.”
Of life, yes.
“Anyway, I was saying that we should go out tomorrow night after work,” Mary said. “We close together again. Let’s go get a drink after.”
“I don’t know, Mary,” I mumbled.
“Oh, come on! Please?” She asked, pouting at me. “Just a couple of drinks?”
“I’ll think about it,” I replied.
Mary squealed like I had told her yes instead of maybe. Perhaps she took it as a yes, since I always say no, no matter what. I could probably go out for one night. I can handle that. Everything will be fine. No one knows me here.
What’s the worst that could happen?
Blythe’s P.O.V.
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“It’s Friday night, are they seriously going to stay locked in the office all night instead of helping?” Mary asked angrily.
Steven, the only cook on for tonight, and I shared a look through the small widow we set food down to stay heated.
“You know he love gettin’ his di.ck wet, girl, let a playa play,” he told Mary.
I shook my head at him because I knew what was coming next.
“Let a playa play?” Mary asked in a cold tone with her eyes narrowed, plates stacked in her arms. “That playa can play when his business isn’t crumbling because he has no workers!”
With that, Mary stormed off, flipping her hair as she did so.
“Why’d you have to rile her up?” I asked as I started grabbing plates for one of my tables. “She’s already angry as it is.”
Steven laughed.
“Come on, that girl is too fun to not rile up,” he said before going back to fulfilling the orders.
Tonight is one of the busiest Fridays we’ve had in a while. The diner always gets busy in spurts. Busy enough to keep us employed and the place open, but tonight is different. The place is packed.
