LOGIN“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.”
Even as I stood behind the bar serving drinks, I couldn’t get my mind off the warehouse. Sofia and I had gone to see it the day before, and it had been better than the pictures portrayed it to be. Plenty of space, with rooms on the inside already divided by walls.The loft upstairs spanned the entire length and width of the building, which gave me over three thousand square feet of space to set up a new home for myself.I could see everything as I walked into that place: the themed rooms with different sets of outfits, a room where Sofia and I could work on fixing up other people’s items, a shoe room, and a boot room.We could set up a denim room and a leather room, and another room for women’s nightgowns and extras to spice up their hookups and shit. It made me both thrilled and impatient for this new venture ahead.And putting an offer in on the place meant I was one step closer to my dream.We told the realtor of offer we wanted to put on the place: ten thousand below the asking pr
“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 fuc
Did you know Booker started closing the bar on Sundays and Mondays?”“sofia, I haven’t had coffee yet. I can barely hold this damn cellphone up against my ear,” I said, groaning.“When did he start doing that?” Sofia asked.“Uh, it’s been a few weeks. Why?” I asked.“How the hell did I not know this?” she asked.“I honestly don’t know.”“Why didn’t you tell me the bar was closed when I told you I thoughtI worked today?”“Because we were swamped, and my mother was acting like a drunk maniac.”“Your mother is a drunk maniac.”Yes. We’re now closed Sundays and Mondays. Though I thinkBooker rents out the place sometimes Sunday nights. Maybe that’s why you thought you were working?” I asked.“Maybe. I don’t fucking know. All I know is the bar’s closed and I don’t have shit to do. Want to get lunch?” she asked.“What time is it?”“Two.”“In the afternoon?” I asked.“It’s light outside, so I’m assuming so.”“I can hear that fucking smirk,” I said.“I love you when you haven’t had coffee. I
She tossed it back and swallowed it down. I saw her eyes scanning the crowd, probably looking for that hot piece of young ass she had her hands on earlier. He was standing in the corner with some other woman, and I saw the fire in my mom’s eyes flare up. This poor boy had no idea whose attention he had attracted, and I found myself watching as my mother drunkenly stumbled over to him.But my entertainment was interrupted by a voice I wanted to hear.“Mom at it again?” Sofia asked.“Sweet fuck, I didn’t know you were working tonight.”I threw my arms around my best friend before drinks started being called out for us to make.“Ken called in sick, so here I am. And not a moment too soon, I see.”Her eyes were looking over at my mother who had slipped herself between the young girl and the guy who had his hands on her earlier.“That poor boy doesn’t know what he’s in for,” I said.“Maybe she won’t cause a scene tonight,” Sofia said.“My mother causes a scene every fucking night,” I said
Not tonight. I don’t need this shit tonight.What started out as a slow afternoon was quickly turning into a wild night at The Skull. In just five hours, I’d already yelled for the bouncers to break up three bar fights between drunken men fighting over purely senseless shit. I was losing my damn mind and voice.Unlike most evenings when I work through the chaos with polished grace, tonight’s serving of ridiculous crap was working my patience in a royal way.Thanks to the current state of my personal life I didn’t have the tolerance to deal with the bull that came with my bartending gig.Luckily though, I knew how to use the pistol stashed below the counter.Special announcement dicks, I’m not afraid to pull the bitch out.A low-key evening to help me get away from all the bullshit happening at home was all I asked. That’s what everyone was going to give me, whether they liked it or not.I’d worked at The Skull for a little over two years. It was the only place willing to hire someone







