Page 8 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
“Hey Luka,” he taps on my shoulder in a comforting way, “I’ve got this. Go feed your demons and let mine thrive here.”
I’ll make sure we’ll sign the papers next week.
“You’re always welcome and when you need a break I’ll be here with Nanna’s famous grilled chicken-wings.” He adds and I laugh at that.
His Nanna is a banshee in the kitchen. A loud tutor but a nurturing one who will patiently explain and teach the culinary arts.
My parents loved her cooking and they used to say she serves the best dishes with a skilled hand.
That’s when I knew I wanted to be just like that at something of my choosing. Like my parents as real-estate investors when it came to intuition and seeing beyond what something represents.
They were all role models to me growing up. A significant part of who I am today.
“Thanks, mate.” I appreciate his sentiment.
“You got it. Besides, we’re booked for the rest of the year. People going nuts over renting this place for events. I have a ton of work but our trained staff are the best and it takes some of the weight off my shoulders.”
The success of the club, the great work environment we created, and the idea of hosting musical acts now and then to attract new people in. It’s all thanks to Ronnie.
“Thanks to your ravishing social skills,” I taunt him. “And looks.”
“Fuck off.” He cackles.
His phone beeps. Lisa updates him on an emergency regarding the bar.
“I’ll catch up with you later.” He lunges in that direction, ready to eliminate any sort of disruption.
The moment I turn to glance at my vibrant girl, she’s gone.
My legs have a mind of their own when they haul me to my six-foot-two advantage point. Scanning the entire room, I catch a glimpse of a ginger beauty walking out the hatch.
Surfing through the tight crowd, I exit the door leading to the parking lot behind the building.
My head tilts all over the place.
Fuck, she’s fast.
The sound of an engine roaring back to life travels to my ears and then her taillights are flipping me the bird as the car swiftly exits the lot.
What the hell?
It’s not even ten.
What the fuck happened in the several minutes I veered my gaze off of her?
I’m not letting her go.
I straddle my bike that sits in my reserved spot where the bouncers keep an eye out for me. “Thanks, mate.” I secure the helmet quickly.
“No problem, boss. Safe ride.”
We’ll see how safe she’ll make it.
“Cheers to that.”
My bike growls as it speeds to the open road.
I have a fierce beauty to catch.
