INICIAR SESIÓN“Sofia, I’m not fighting with you on this. That’s my home, and the business money isn’t gonna fix up my new home. End of story,” I said.
“Fine. I take it this is the place you want to put an offer on?”
“I mean I want to go check it out tomorrow with you but, if all goes well, then yeah. I think it’s pretty damn perfect.”
“Well, pick one to have on the back burner in case this one falls through. You know, so we aren’t starting at square one,” she said.
“Well, considering that it’s been boarded up for four years, I don’t think the bank is going to turn us down.”I could feel my dreams getting closer. Sofia was already on her phone setting up an appointment to go see the place tomorrow on our day off. We ordered our food and got to talking about how we would want to fix the place up, but my phone ringing interrupted our conversation.
And I groaned when I saw it was my mother.
“Fuck. Hold on,” I said. “Hey, Mom.”
“Did you leave the damn door open?” she asked.
“Did you tell everyone you fucked where our spare key is?” I asked. “That’s none of your damn business. Lock the fucking door. You trying to get me killed?” she asked.
“Do you really want me to answer that question?”
“You’re not funny. Anyway, that’s not why I’m calling.”
“Shocker. Some dude steal your panties again?” I asked.
“Drop the attitude. I’m calling about the Grove Brothers.”
“Who?” I asked.
“Don’t play stupid with me. The Grove Brothers. You know. Black hair. Blue eyes. Tall. Muscular. Tattoos. Wear the navy-blue leather jackets.”
“Navy blue? That’s a shit color for leather,” I said.
“They were in the damn bar last night talking to you,” she said.
“How do you know who the hell was talking to me in the bar last night?” I asked.
“So, you do know them,” she said.
“No, I don’t. What the fuck are you talking about?”
“The three hot men that sat at the bar with you all night. My friend Janet said they were nursing beers and shit. She sent me pictures. They are hot as fuck. Did you get their numbers?”
Holy hell, she was talking about Mike, Luca, and Matteo.
“No, I didn’t,” I said.
“Why the hell not? You know the kind of guys I go for. They were perfect!”
“I didn’t get their numbers because they’re not single, Mom,” I lied.
“Oh. Well, shit.” I could hear the disappointment in her voice, but I knew that wouldn't stop her for long, especially if she was drinking.
I wasn’t going to let my mother sink her talons into those three. They had seemed like decent guys. I’d been around some nasty bikers in my time, and these guys weren’t that.
“Well, maybe they’ll be back.” my mother said.
“Can’t you just respect people’s boundaries for once?” I asked.
“What? They’re men. They aren’t married, right? Girlfriends come and go.”
“So do booty calls,” I said under my breath.
“I heard that. The bar open tonight?” she asked.
A thought crossed my mind, and I grinned as I eyed Sofia.
“What?” Sofia asked Can I stay at your place tonight?” I asked while I covered the phone with my hand.
“Of course. What’s up?”
I held up my finger before I cleared my throat.
“Yeah, Mom. The bar’s open tonight. Booker is trying something new out. He’s theming nights now.”
“Theming nights? The fuck does that mean?”
Sofia clapped her hand over her mouth, stifling the laughter pouring from her lips.
“It means some nights have a theme now. Tonight is ‘leather and lace.’ Men are in leather. Women are in racy lace,” I said.
“It’s about damn time that boss of yours did something to get more men in there. I gotta go shopping. See you tonight.”
“I’m not working, but have fun,” I said.
“Always do, sweet cheeks.”
“You are so bad,” Sofia said as I hung up the phone.
“Serves her right for being a bullshit mother,” I said.
“I would love to see the look on her face when she shows up all dressed up, and there’s no one there,” she said.
“Thanks for letting me stay at your place. But we’ll have to go home soon so I can pack.”
“Yeah. She’ll definitely lock you out of the house for this one,” she said.
“Did you get us a time for the tour tomorrow?” I asked.
“Yep. The realtor said she can do anytime, so I told her three in the afternoon. We can sleep, eat, then go, prepared to walk around for a while.”
“I knew there was a reason why I liked you,” I said.
“Smart ass.”
Running down the stairs, I could smell the coffee. My nose led me right to it and straight to the oversized mugs and the flavored creamers and the hefty canister of sugar. I made myself a massive cup and sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for my mother to appear so the bonding could commence.“Wow. You actually came down,” my mother said.“That’s what happens when you make me coffee, Martha.”“Do you really have to call me by my first name? I am your mother, you know.”“Then start acting like it,” I said.“Fine. I will. Mothers ask their daughters about their love lives, right?They get curious about their daughter’s lives, right?”“Just get to the point, Mom.”“I just want to know how my daughter is. What’s wrong with that?”she asked and I sighed and brought my coffee to my lips as she sat down across from me.“You want to know how my love life is?” I asked.“Of course. Fill me in, we’ve hardly talked in weeks.”“Months,” I said.“Tomato, toh-mah-to,” she said. “So. Who’s got yo
My run in with Nico stayed on my mind well into the weekend. I hadn’t seen them since Saturday night at the bar, and it made me worried for their safety but what did Nico mean by “club stuff”? The concerned look on his face as he read his phone was stuck in my memory. He peeled away from the curb pretty quickly on his bike as well was that why the brothers hadn’t been showing up at the bar recently?Growing up around the clubs like I had made me know that club business could be both monotonous, and extremely dangerous, depending on what sort of activities the club was into.The bikers brothers’ club being newer in town, I wasn’t quite sure what it was they were about. Drugs? Guns? Gambling? Protection? I tried to figure out what it could be by what I knew about the brothers so far.My mind was stuck on a skipping turntable as I tried to fill in the missing blanks. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I hoped everyone was all right.As I lay there in bed at three in the afternoon, I tr
“So, this is the place you put an offer in on?” he asked and I slowly looked over at him, eyeing him up and down as he grinned at me.“What? You think all we talk about is sex and beer?” he asked. “I’m not sure what to think anymore,” I said, giggling. “But yes, this is the place I put an offer in on.”“How much?” he asked.“Two hundred thousand dollars, twenty grand below their asking price and the realtor thinks he’ll gratefully accept our offer. It’s been up for sale for four years, and the taxes are draining him,” I said. “So, what do you see for it?” he asked.“I see everything. All the walls decorated with posters and antique motorcycle parts, rooms dedicated to individual pieces of clothing and prices people can afford and the ability to order custom-made pieces. Leather patchwork and tailoring services and being able to order what you want when you want it and have it at the drop of a hat.”I could hear the excitement growing in my voice, but I couldn't help it. My ideas tumb
It was so nice to have the weekend off after a stressful week. I woke up on an air mattress on Jane bedroom floor, my limbs were aching and my hair all knotted up. Her studio apartment was barely big enough for her, but she was always willing to open it up to me if I needed a place to stay. We closed the bar last night then cleaned until almost seven in the morning, so immediately we got back to her place, we were both ready to crash. Now, the birds were singing, and the sun was already streaming through her bedroom window as the wall clock told me it was already one in the afternoon.Good thing was that on Sundays and Mondays the bar was usually closed because my schedule was going to be fucked up.Jane was still sleeping, and I didn't have the heart to wake her up. I made some coffee in her coffee pot, then kept some on warm for her to have when she finally woke up for the day. I needed a way to clear my head and to forget all about the bullshit my mother pulled on a regular basis
I was on my last shift before the weekend, and none of the guys had come in that night. I searched for them the moment we opened at nine, but none of them stepped into the bar. Of course, my mother was there. She was being intentional, drinking all our alcohol for free, and calling all over the young guys she thought she could take home. “Another one,” my mother said.“You can’t even talk straight. I’m cutting you off,” I said. “I said I want another.”“No.”“Just one more,” she said. “There’s this hot guy in the back who loves beer. One shot of it on my breath, and he’s mine.”“Haven’t slept with all the guys in town yet, I see.”When my mother didn't give me a reply, I looked up into her eyes and was shocked to find that she was surprised at my comment. She tilted her head off to the side like she was studying an injured animal or trying to learn a new subject and her brow furrowed deeply as her eyes scanned my body, and I braced myself for whatever she was going to say next.“What
The twins watched as the bouncer dragged the guy in the red leather jacket out the door. People were calling out all sorts of drinks for me to make, and I was thankful for the distraction. I was turning them out as fast as I could go as sweat beads gathered at the base of my neck.The bartender that was supposed to work alongside me that night didn't show, so I was drenched in sweat by the time one in the morning rolled around. I tried to get my manager to call in Jane so I could have some help, but part of me was glad he didn't. Being the only bartender meant I got one hundred percent of the tips and with being so close to having my own place to move into, I was going to need all the money I could get to furnish it.“The two of you are much quieter than your brothers,” I said. “Hard to get a word in edgewise with those three,” Nico said.“Well, would the two of you like another drink?” I asked. “What do you recommend?” Michael asked.“I make a kick-ass but, I’ll warn you, it’s fuckin







