Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
She had a pink Harley.
I hoped she was as cool as I’d heard. It’d be lame if she wasn’t. While pink wasn’t generally my thing, I had to admit the thought of those freaky eyes staring straight into the heart of some overly aggressive club whore made me more than a little wet. Not for Venus. To each his own, but I didn’t swing that way. But giving a club whore the stink eye with pink eyes staring back at the bitch would have to be just all kinds of fucking creepy. The thought of fucking with those bitches got me all kinds of horny. Mainly because Rocket loved it when I got mean. Which got me laid. It was a vicious cycle.
Once inside Palm Beach, I thought I might head over to Tito’s Diner. Tito, Elena, and Marge were awesome, and Marge made the best milkshakes I’d ever had. I could seriously gain fifty pounds if I went there on the regular.
I pulled into the diner parking lot and parked in the front. It was just after noon and the place was hopping. I smiled. Of all the fancy places to eat in Palm Springs, anyone who knew the area came here to this little diner. But no matter how busy, Elena and Tito always had fast, friendly service. One rarely had to wait longer than a couple minutes for a table. How they managed it I had no idea.
When I stepped in, the bells on the door gave a little jingle. Tito turned from the griddle where he was flipping burgers, among other yummy-smelling things.
“Lemon! You haven’t been around in a few days.” He gave me a bright smile like we were old friends, when I’d only met the guy a few weeks before.
Elena, Tito’s wife, poked her head out from the back. “Did you say Lemon’s here?” Her gaze automatically went to the door. When she spotted me, her face split into a wide grin. “Mi niña bonita! You should come by more often.” She waved in my direction. “Marge, her meal is en la casa.”
Marge gave me a wide grin as she smacked her gum. “That’ll teach ya to not come ‘round more often.” The three of them laughed. The place was packed, but Marge managed to find me a place at the bar where she knew I liked to sit. I loved watching Tito sling hash. The man had seriously flipped an egg a few times.
I scowled at Elena. “I can pay my own way, Mama E.”
She shook her finger at me. “None of that, young lady. Or you’ll find yourself never paying for anything here.”
“Elena! What the fu -- err… fudge?”
She chuckled. “That’s my girl. You’re learning manners.”
“Well, don’t tell anybody. The guys all think I’m a heathen.”
“Sweet girl, those men adore you. Especially yours. Rocket believes you hung the moon. And for him, you do.”
I grinned. “Yeah. He does. Ain’t it awesome?”
“It most certainly is, bebé. Now. You tell Marge what you want. Tito will make it happen.”
Tito grinned over his shoulder at me. “I got that steak and eggs you love so much. Or do you want the big burger?”
“Steak and eggs, Tito. Over light.”
“I know what my girl wants.” He winked at me before starting my order. Marge set what I knew would be a chocolate malt in front of me, while Elena gave me an affectionate smile before going back to her office off the main kitchen.
“Them boys treating you right, darlin’?” Marge smiled but I could tell she genuinely wanted the answer to that question. Like if I told her they were all assholes and I hated them she’d not only displeased, she’d fucking do something unpleasant about it.
“They are, Marge. Every one of them is great.”
“Seen that pink motorcycle around more than once. Different guy ridin’ it each time. Same girl. Couple of ‘em brought her here, but I didn’t get the feeling she was with any of them. More like they were making sure she was having a good time or something. Seems like a sweet girl. Bit shy.”
“Yeah. That’s Gina. She is sweet.”
“You trade your bike for that pink one?” Marge smiled, not prying further when I had been afraid she would. They seemed to keep tabs on everyone. Not in a nosy, busybody kind of way, but in a genuine, caring way.
“You think I should?”
Marge tapped her finger against her lower lip, thinking about her answer. Then she grinned. “Yeah. If nothing else, it will make them all uncomfortable when you ride with them.”
I laughed. “I like the way you think, Marge. How’s the Pinto holdin’ up?”
“Purrs like a kitten, thanks to Rosanna.” Marge turned to get my order that Tito set on the counter. She set it and napkin-wrapped silverware on the bar next to my plate. “Red really found himself a gem in that one.” Red was the road captain for Salvation’s Bane. Rosanna was a mechanic at his garage as well as his woman. I hadn’t met either of them yet, but hoped to soon.