Beau (Blazing Devils MC Book 2)(2)

It was all I had. This hunk of metal was in a strange way both my savior and my family. Grabbing my purse, I rush to the diner like the job may evaporate. Like there was a hoard of unemployed trying to beat me to it. Reaching the door, I give it a good yank. Forcing it open. I don’t even pause in my haste not wanting to give myself the chance to change my mind and bolt.



“Take a seat anywhere doll. Be right with you.” A woman’s voice rings out from somewhere, startling me. Scanning the room. I look for the owner of the voice.

I was starting to think I imagined it. That is until she stands up from behind the counter. She was tall with blond hair, green eyes, and a bright friendly smile. She looks motherly.

Instead of selecting a booth, I walk to the counter and sit a few stools down from where she’s standing. I wanted a closer look. I could see the gray mixed in with her blond hair.

“What can I get for ya?” Alice asks. Her name’s Alice, according to her name tag. “A cup of coffee with cream and sugar, please. Are you still hiring?” I try to not sound desperate and wince when some of my desperation slips through into my voice.

I watch a slight frown form between her brows as she looks at me. “I just moved here and I’m looking for work and a place to stay. I was hoping you could help with the job and maybe point me to a place to stay?” The words rush from me.



“Of course, doll. We’re looking for a part time waitress. Twenty-five hours a week. Meals are on the house.” She gives me a smile and leans forward.

“Look, I can tell you running from something.” I start to protest. But she waves it away and continues “I’m not going to ask and I’m not going to say anything. You need someone to talk to then come to me OK. There’s an apartment upstairs nothing big or fancy or anything. But it’s clean and all yours if you want it.” Her voice is gentle and kind.



I feel my eyes well with tears. No one has been this kind to me. Alice doesn’t even know my situation and yet she’s helping me. Me a stranger and with no questions asked. And she knows something isn’t right and didn’t even bat an eye.



“Thank you so much, Alice. This means the world.” Gasping over the words and trying not to blubber like a baby.



“I can see your good people, honey. I’m Alice.” She says with her hand out.



“Emilia. My names Emilia. It’s so nice to meet you Alice. Thank you so much.” My voice is thick with emotion as I shake hands with the first person to help me in, well, ever.

Growing up I had no one. I went from home to home each foster home was full of hope of it being the last. I was fortunate enough to never experience the horrors some of my fellow foster siblings did.



I guess you can say I’m a statistic. A complete and utter loner, never really having friends. Not for the lack of trying on their part. I just never connected to anyone.

The other kids in the foster system were angry and full of hatred. The kids in school they had amazing homes with two loving parents.



I guess this made me an easy target for John. John and I met at my work. I was a secretary. I typed up stuff for lawyers at Carter and Carter law firm. And John, well, I’m not sure what John did. But he was there a lot with other bikers.



Jaxson Carter was my boss. Not to say Jason Carter wasn’t also my boss. But Mr. Jaxson Carter was my overseeing boss, I was his personal secretary.

Both Mr. Carters were nice to me. They treated me like their sister for the two years I worked for them.



Letting my head fall in my hands I hold back a sob. I just left not once did I call or even leave a letter letting them know where I was going. That I was leaving.

Not that I could really tell them. But I could have at least let them know I wasn’t coming to work and I wasn’t coming back anytime soon. More like possibly ever.



I have no real idea why they even hired me. I had no previous experience. No references. Whatever the reasoning doesn’t matter. It never did. I promised to never disappoint, and I didn’t.

I worked hard, stayed late and never asked for time off. They gave me a chance and I wasn’t going to let them down.



They never demanded anything of me. They were kind and respectful. The best bosses anyone could have asked for.

Other employees were afraid of them. I heard whispers of how they were a part of the mafia. How they killed people. But I just didn’t see it.

Sure, they were rough around the edges and downright demanding bosses to the other workers. But I had never seen them be cruel to anyone. And defiantly not enough to warrant such fear.



“Ready doll?” Alice asks. I lift my head to look at Alice. Ready? Ready for what? “To see the room upstairs, of course.” Did I really say that out loud? “Yeah honey, you did. Come on I’ll show you upstairs. A little rest will do you good. Come back down to the diner in a couple hours and I’ll get you a nice meal.” Her voice has taken on an affectionate and motherly tone.



Standing I follow behind her as she walks out the front doors and turns right. The stairs are literally two steps around the corner. Before I know it, she’s unlocked the door and it’s closing behind us.



Alice steps aside so I can take in the room. The floors were covered in a thick tan rug. There was a couch and chair both plush and green. The walls were white with a few paintings of mountains and a lake. There was a kitchenette. The refrigerator was full size. A small round table was covered in a table cloth with a floral pattern it had two chairs on opposite sides.