Blockade Runner Restaurant Novels & Stories

“I can go ahead while you are dropping off our bags and get a table.” “Go to the end of this block,” Breanna said pointing, “and make a right. It will be on the right hand side not quite three blocks down once you make that right. You can’t miss it. Your nose should lead you right to the smell of hibachi chicken, steak, and vegetables.” “Sounds good,” Emily said, handing Breanna her bags. “I’ll meet you there in a minute,” Breanna said, and then she was gone.

“It was you, then. I thought there was some monster lurking around when I heard growling.” I groaned and poked him on his waist. He laughed and stood up. “Come on, let’s feed that monster. Then let’s return to the waiting room.” --- The only restaurant open at that hour was in front of the hospital, a Japanese restaurant, and a few food stalls outside. I could not stop laughing at Blake as we entered inside. First, he was sharing funny stories, and second, people were staring at him. If not for people taking pictures of him, I prefer eating outside.

Thinking of this kept my mind busy, surprisingly, until the car stopped and I realized that we had arrived at the restaurant. The Beaut was run by Marcello, one of my people who came to Dale City after he lost his home in a pack war abroad. It was a restaurant only available exclusively through reservations and a membership. Of course, as soon as I was seen entering, the manager himself stepped forward to greet me. “Alpha Matthias,” he bowed his head. “Would you like to eat downstairs or get a private room?” I didn't have a reservation, unlike everyone else. I didn't need one.

I was really happy to see Alpha Barker in a good mood. I just wish he was my real father, I would have received more love from him than I'm receiving at the moment. "Hope you enjoyed the meal?" I asked when I noticed he was done with his meal. "Yeah, I did. This restaurant is really worth its hype, thank you Marrock," Alpha Barker said, relaxing on his chair. "We have a lot of fun games downstairs in a private room for all of us when we are done eating," Marrock said. He pressed a button on his left table and a few seconds later, two ladies walked in and cleared our table.

Brandon darts over to us, and together, we head to the car. It's a short drive to the nearest restaurant, a humble place that feels like it was lifted from a simpler time. As we step through the door, we're hit by a rush of warm air that smells like French fries. There's an old-fashioned jukebox pushed against one wall, and a classic rock tune plays quietly over the speakers. The restaurant is almost at capacity, but it doesn't take long for us to get a table, a booth by a back window. Carolina and I each order burgers, and I ask for a kid's meal for Brandon—a cheeseburger, fries, and a chocolate milkshake.

“He said yes. Four guards, no chains, no collar adjustments, just food, very good food and new food. You love new food babe. Just say yes.” I stared at them then at the window and then back at them and my stomach growled again, louder this time, betraying me. I cursed under my breath. “Stronzi,” I muttered. “Fine. But if this is a trap, if your brothers show up with chains or collars or any of that possessive Alpha bullshit, I’m burning the restaurant down with all of you inside it.” Mara laughed, bright and real. “Deal.” Maya clapped her hands together.

he growled. "She knew nothing before Rafaella left you," Marla said. Alexus quickly breathed out, pulled his phone from his jeans pocket, tapped one button, and waited for it to ring before listening. "Marla, hello. Where are you at this minute? At Block 37? That's great. Come, have lunch with us at River Roast. I concur with Sandy. We have a reason to rejoice. Can you make it? I'll see you then." At River Roast, they occupied a four-seater table with riverfront views.

But they know it was JM’s mockup that made it happen. Afterwards, they head to the main branch of Countryside Steakhouse and Diner, where they meet the owner, who introduces himself as Melvin, and, decked out in red pantsuit, Mrs. Lapuz. The whole restaurant has been reserved for only them, but that isn’t saying much because it’s small. Kate guesses the exclusive reservation serves the secondary purpose of security because, without any bodyguards or police officers around, they were ill-prepared for a mob once Nate takes off his facemask and sunglasses.

One I hadn't done since the death of Bianca. Jerald hesitated. “Actually, yes. There’s a new restaurant. It’s run by women—no men allowed. The owner is six months pregnant, and she fits the description of the woman you’re looking for.” I exhaled a puff of smoke, my mind racing. “Her face?” He shook his head. “No, I didn’t get a good look. The restaurant uses masks—everyone wears one. Plus, men are not allowed in.” I chuckled darkly. “Nice tactic. The thief stole my baby and decided to hide behind a mask.”

he says just as we stop outside a restaurant. "Very funny. Why are we here?" "This is where the guys came" Looking out the window, I wonder why we're at a restaurant. Does the shipment have anything to do with food? I doubt it since this isn't that kind of place. I've been here before. It's an exclusive restaurant that caters to the elite in the country. No one gets in without booking first and nine out of ten times, it's always fully booked. I was only let in because I threw around my last name. The guys coming here only raise my hackles. The words exclusive and criminal organization put together are never a good thing. As Paulo takes out the wheelchair, I wonder why the shipment is here to