Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(71)

The world was round, the world spun around, and time kept going on. That’s how Jett got through everything. Time would move on. He could make a complete dick of himself right now in front of this pretty waitress, but not give a damn because there were a million other pretty waitresses to go after, if he wanted.

Plus, there was a plan to all this.

The waitress looked at Blaine. “I’m not telling you my name.”

“That’s a little rude,” Jett said. He started to move the still lit cigarette to his lips.

“You can’t do that!” the waitress yelled.

Now people started to look at Jett and the table. He let out a laugh and slowly put the cigarette to his plate and put it out. “There you go, beautiful. Now tell me your name.”

“Hey, Stacey, we’ll see you later,” a man said as he walked by the waitress. He gently patted her shoulder and smiled.

“Thank you, Mr. G,” the waitress - Stacey - said.

“Stacey,” Jett said. “Goddamn.”

“That’s perfect,” Blaine said. “Hey, sweet thing, your hair is long enough for me to wrap it around my hand about ten times while I’m pulling. Get it? I’ll f*ck you so hard you’ll loose that little squeak to your voice.”

Stacey gasped and started to shake. “Get out of here.”

I reached for Stacey’s wrist and gently touched it. I slowly stood up and towered over her. “We can’t do that. We need to talk to Angelo. That’s why we’re here. You know that, don’t you?”

Stacey swallowed hard. “Are you gangsters? Or the mob?”

“No,” Jett said. “We’re Back Down Devil. We make sure there’s no problems in Frelen.”

“You’re too late,” Stacey said. “Papa has been getting death threats.” Her eyes suddenly filled with tears.

Jett looked back at the table. Jace gave a thumbs up. Blaine looked surprised. He put his hands to his chest and started to pinch his fingers together. That was Blaine. Everything was hardcore sex.

It piqued Jett’s interest enough that he looked down and saw right down the top of Stacey’s shirt.

No wonder the old men in town were fans of the chick.

Jett reached forward and touched her white buttoned down shirt. He buttoned an extra button and looked at Stacey. “Don’t give it away. Just take me to Angelo.”

“Are you going to hurt him?” Stacey asked.

“I can’t say a thing, beautiful. I’m trying to be nice right now. But if you don’t take me to Angelo in two minutes I’m going to f*cking take out my gun and really make some noise here.”

“Okay.” Stacey turned and walked. Jace and Blaine followed Jett.

The restaurant wasn’t exactly packed, but full enough that everyone there looked at the guys in Back Down Devil MC with concerning eyes. Everyone had a right to judge what they saw, but they didn’t know the true law and justice the MC brought to town.

Jett reached down and grabbed a mozzarella stick from a little kid’s plate. He took one big bite, chewed it, and then spit it on the floor. Everything tasted like shit here. Probably all microwaved. He then saw a glass of either scotch or whiskey and grabbed that. Someone started to yell at him, but they stopped when they realized who it was. Jett took the drink - decent scotch - and then put the empty glass on another table.

Stacey led the way into the kitchen. It was busting with the sizzle of the grill, the popping sound of the deep fryer, and the beeping of a microwave being ignored. People were shouting in Italian at each other, cooks and waitresses alike. The back of the restaurant should have f*cking smelled great. Fresh food, right? Not here. This place smelled like a fog of grease and really bad diarrhea.

Jett rubbed his nose and got up next to Stacey. “How do you f*cking work here?”

“Papa needs me,” she said. “He needs all of us. It’s hard. Hard times. Always.”

“You need to do better for yourself, beautiful.”

“I try. I swear. I try.” Her eyes welled up with tears again and she pointed to a door down a small corridor.

“Thank you,” Jett said. “Now go serve your shitty food and keep that pretty smile on your face.”

Stacey looked at him. “Have a smoke for me?”

“You shouldn’t smoke. Bad for your health.”

“You want something to suck on…” Blaine added.

Stacey turned and slapped him in the face.

“Careful,” Jace warned. “That won’t stop him.”

Jett gave Stacey a smoke and put his hand to the small of her back. Damn, if he had enough time, she would have been something fun to play around with for a night or two. He could take her to the clubhouse on a Friday night as an innocent person and then have her leave Monday morning as a pleasured woman.

Jett approached the door and made a fist and pounded on it.

“What?” a voice bellowed deep.

“Fuck this,” Jace said and pushed by Jett. “We’re not here to make f*cking friends.”

Jace opened the door and they all burst into the big, clean office. It was obviously the cleanest spot in the entire restaurant. A large man sat behind a desk with a remote in his hand, his face red and sweaty, looking shocked.

“What the f*ck is this?” he growled.