Page 65 of Tinsel & Chrome

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The next day.

After school, I walk to the diner for my shift. The lacerations on my body hurt every time I move, and the wounds reopen. I’m glad that I’m wearing a long-sleeved black t-shirt that hides the blood.

I take a few Tylenols to help with the pain. I work as hard as ever because I don’t want Ben to even think of letting me go. I’m fortunate to have a job as it is.

The last customer walks out, and I’m relieved. I start sweeping the place so I can mop up.

Then the Prez walks in with his Brothers flanking him. The Satan Warriors MC owns the Diner.

“Hey, get us some fries,” Prez says, leaning against the bar counter.

“On it,” I say, releasing the broom.

I walk to the back, to the kitchen, to get the fries from the cook, Pete.

“Pete, Prez, and his Brothers want fries,” I say, helping him clean up the area.

“Right,” Pete says, nodding.

I finish helping Pete. I walk out to the front of the diner to continue with the cleaning.

“Where is Ben,” Prez asks, crossing his arms.

“In the office,” I say, holding the broom.

“Don’t forget, I’m waiting for you and your buddy to Prospect,” Prez says, pushing off the bar counter.

“Yes, we’re getting ready,” I say, nodding.

“You got my number?” Prez asks, looking at me.

“Yes, I do,” I say, nodding.

“Fuckintastic,” Prez says, walking down the hall towards the back office.

I run back to get the plates of fries from the cook and place them on the bar counter.

I’m excited that the Prez is serious because Sam and I are counting on Prospecting. The MC will be the family that we never had.

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Present day...

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The clubhouse is rowdy, fucking crazy. The Brothers are fucking the club whores, and I’m chilling at the bar.

I flag the Prospect, and he brings me another beer. I take a long pull, turning to look at Ice. He’s going crazy with the club whores. I’ll tap one soon, but right now, I need to get fucking drunk to drown the memories.

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