Page 33 of Ruger

One of the servers walked over, placing a bottle of wine in an ice bucket on our table. He then set two small tablets on the table as well.

"Greetings. I'm Justin, and I'll be your server for tonight. A bottle of Pinot Noir for your palates, and whenever you all are ready to order?—"

"We got it from here, Jus."

"Duh, silly me. I'll be back when your food is ready. Enjoy." He bowed and walked away.

"Don't be doing Justin like that. I like him."

"You tend to like every damn body."

"Shut up," Kenzi responded, laughing. "Let me order for us... I think I know what you like."

"What I like ain't on the menu," I told her, sliding my arm behind her and grabbing a handful of her soft ass.

"Stop." She giggled. "Mannish ass."

"Let's make a bet. If you get my favorite dish from here right, I'll do whatever you want me to do. If you get it wrong, then you'll have to accept anything I do to and for you."

"Hmm... all right. I'll accept your challenge."

"Bet."

Kenzi ordered our food as I poured us a glass of wine. I didn't drink wine, but it came as a complimentary bottle since the damn plates were going for almost a hundred dollars a pop.

"So, tell me about your father," she requested, putting the tablet down and picking up her wine glass.

"He was the epitome of his name. He was truly an honor to be around. He taught Jax and me a lot and showed us a love that was unmatched. He's the reason we love bikes so much. When he died, he left us a trust along with my bike shop, and thisbuilding for Jax to do whatever he wanted with it. And you see what that is."

"That's beautiful. My dad died when I was ten. He was a good father for those ten years I'd known him. He always gave me whatever I wanted. I was very much spoiled by him." She laughed. "When he died, my mother got back with Ghana's dad, and a year later, they just took off. With no contact or warning, they just left us. For a while, Ghana was out of control, and I had no idea how to help him. He was never mean to me, but he would destroy the house each time he thought about what my mother had done. Her actions were fucked up, but Ms. Betty and Mr. Trent were able to step in and help us when they could."

"And y'all haven't seen her since?"

"Nope, and don't want to see her ass either."

"Same with my unstable creature of a mother. She was an evil bitch and treated me like scum. Jax was and still is her favorite. Her hate for me got so bad that I almost killed her."

Kenzi gasped. "Oh my God. She was that bad?"

"The worst."

"I'm sorry to hear that. At least your father made up for the lack of love she showed you. We literally had nobody once my dad died, and I had to stay on top of Ghana to take his meds. It was bad for us because after I graduated high school, I was supposed to go to UCLA, but I couldn't because I feared what leaving him would do. I messed around during my twenties, but I knew what I wanted to do and wanted to be, so after I felt like Ghana was on his shit, I went back to college. I want to help people that are like him, you know?"

"I feel you. Grue's a good nigga. He just had a rough start in life."

"I'll never understand these nicknames you all have. Why do you call him Grue?"

"Look at the pot calling the kettle black." She laughed and mushed me. "We call him Gruesome because of the way he handles these niggas in the streets. It's gruesome."

"I don't even know why I asked," Kenzi said, rolling her eyes. "I also don't know why those women are staring so hard at us."

I followed her line of sight and instantly felt my blood boil. There, directly across from us on the other side of the room, was none other than April and my bitch of a mother. This had to be some kind of sick joke. How the fuck they knew each other was beyond me, and I was going to kick Jax's ass for allowing her to dine here while I was in the same building.

"I apologize in advance for ruining our date."

"Wha— Mekai!"

I ignored Kenzi calling my name as I hurriedly made my way across the room. April's eyes ballooned when she saw me approaching as my fuck ass mama looked as if she was excited to see me.

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