Page 22 of Tuesday

“Not if you get there first. Got a call from the diner, Chewy and her gang of merry ladies have kicked off on some poor schmuck.”

“Ah, shit, is it bad?”

“Fucking hope so. He’s Vi’s ex boyfriend and he’s an absolute douche lord. You take this one, and I’ll come down if it escalates.” He hangs up at the same time I hang my head.

“What’s wrong?” Judge asks and I know I’m going to have to drag him to the diner with me. With the number of Ol Ladies we have, this is going to take more than me to calm the situation down.

“Got a scene at the diner, need your help, brother.”

His dark eyes bore into mine and he blows out a breath before he nods. “Let’s go.”

We throw our legs over our bikes and leave them where we parked. The diner is just across from where we were sitting, so we jog across the road. I’m about to push through the door when I freeze at the scene inside. The patrons that aren’t attached to the MC are all staring wide-eyed. One random old lady is holding Jr, while another is holding Rosie. Bee is kicking her legs in her car seat, where she is sitting next to Juno in hers atop a table with teenage girls eating fries. Laney is strapped into her stroller, her legs kicking, one fist in the air yelling an almost Xena like cry as she frowns at the scene in front of her. Some skinny, pasty guy is laid out across the table while all the women hold him down. No, scrap that. Pops, Lovely, Remy, Ana and Mira are holding him down. Blanche, Nat and Chewy are covering the guy in hot sauce while Vi is yelling “How do you like that spice? Huh,pendejo?”

I can see a little smirk on Chewy’s face as the dude squirms and whines, so she pops him in the middle of the forehead with a teaspoon. I try to hide my chuckle as I pull open the door and walk in, Judge at my back.

“What the fuck is going on?” I say out loud, hoping to draw the attention of the MC women. No such luck.

The short, dark-haired owner comes bustling over, completely ignoring Judge.

“Look, I’m sure this looks bad, but the patrons and I are in agreement. This dick needs to learn his lesson. You don’t talk shit about anyone’s mama,” she nods her head decisively before turning to walk away.

She makes it two steps before she spins back around. “Maybe leave them for a couple of minutes, I want to see what they do with the lime. Once they do that you can break them up.” Her eyes flick to Judge, her cheeks pinken and she sucks in a breath looking nervous more than angry. Interesting.

“Ah shit,” I mutter as the guy screams like a little girl.

“There’s sauce in my eye! It burns!” he’s winking frantically, I’m guessing to get the sauce out, but he’s shit outta luck.

“Oh, I know what neutralises that,” Chewy says in a sweet voice.

“Lime juice! Let me help you,” Vi laughs maniacally as she gets ready to squirt lime juice into his eye.

I tuck my lip and let out an ear piercing whistle. Yes, it’s not only Marx that can stop a room with a whistle.

“That’s enough now ladies.” The whole diner lets out a collective “aw” and starts bitching under their breath. “I’m sure he’s learned his lesson.”

“No, I don’t think he has,” the old woman holding Rosie says. “That guy is a Grade A assholeandracist,”

“Yup, I say lime juice to the eye,” her old lady friend shouts, jiggling Jr. The diner lets out a cheer and shit, this guy must have really rubbed everyone up the wrong way.

Unfortunately, we don’t need any heat coming back on the MC. We already skirt the law in one way or another. The last thing we need is to draw the attention of Rose Grove PD thanks to the antics of the women.

“Put. The. Lime. Down.” I say in a firm voice. Oh OK, I growl, because I know these women are hard of hearing sometimes.

“Ugh, why do you have to come and shit all over our fun? Huh, Shitstain?” Pops growls. Then he eyes Laney before turning his gaze on me. He and I hold eye contact, knowing that as soon as one moves, the other will swoop in and snatch her up.

I lunge then pull back, faking him out. Due to his advanced age he falls for it, pulling back once he realizes, allowing me to get to Laney first, unbuckle her and cuddle her to me.

She throws her hands up and yells, gifting me a huge smile. “Hey, baby girl. You been cheering on Mama?” She grins and turns toward Chewy, pumping her little fist out and yelling at the wimpy ass motherfucker who is whimpering on the table top while Blanche whispers in his ear. “You’re gonna be a little trouble maker like Mama, huh? Damn, Daddy will be busy.” I may let out a sigh, but there’s a little flutter in my stomach. I can’t think of a better role model for a little girl than my woman.

The woman who has just squeezed the lime wedge, “accidentally” getting it in pasty guy’s eye. Pasty guy starts squealing like a stuck pig and cheers break out amongst the diner patrons. Shaking my head at her I hold out my hand, my woman taking it without question. I pull her until she’s plastered to the side of my body, exactly where she belongs. With my two girls in my arms I feel like the fucking king of the world.

“Well, not quite the outcome I would have expected, but a satisfying one nonetheless.” Moss’s voice says from over my shoulder.

“How long have you been lurking?”

He throws a smirk my way. “Since I called you. I was in an unmarked cruiser outside watching shit go down.” His face breaks out into a grin.

“Officer! Officer! Are you going to do anything about this? This, this, it’s assault! That’s what it is!” Pasty guy yells, spittle flying from his mouth.

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