Shifters with Secrets (An MMF Bisexual Threesome)(25)

Beckett was going to be alright. In an hour or so he would be completely healed and chewing Ellis out for disobeying instructions.

Ellis couldn’t wait.





two





Alexi took a deep breath to steady her shaking nerves and walked to the table of big, burly men. “Hello,” she said with a trembling voice.

The eight pairs of eyes turned and stared at her. She pulled out her notepad trying to look confident. “Is everybody ready to order?”

The short, bald guy with an ax tattooed on his neck looked her up and down slowly. His penetrating stare sent a chill up her back. “Where’s Lucy?” he asked with a deep, raspy voice.

“I don’t know,” she stammered. “It’s my first day.”

“Lucy always knows what we want,” he said. The other guys grumbled in agreement.

“Well how about you tell me and I’ll try to remember for tomorrow?” she asked trying to be friendly. She rolled the pencil in her fingers nervously.

She looked to the largest guy at the head of the table. He stared at her with intense dark eyes, while he stroked his long brown beard. “What would you like?” she asked him.

He reached behind her and grabbed her ass. “This is what I would like.” The whole table burst out laughing.

Heat rushed to Alexi’s cheeks. Her mouth dropped and she froze as the man cupped her butt, laughing. She looked down at his disgusting yellow teeth and clenched her teeth in anger.

She grabbed a menu off the table and slammed it right into his laughing face. His hand dropped from her ass and his face changed to pure rage.

Alexi took a step back as he gripped the table and began to breath quick, violent breaths. His dark eyes changed into a pale orange color as he stared at the table struggling to control his rapid breathing. Is his eyes changing color? He grabbed the metal knife in front of him and bent it in half with one hand. What is happening?

Alexi stepped back and bumped into the table behind her. A glass fell, rolled off the table and shattered on the ground. She reached behind her, feeling the table until her fingers wrapped around a knife. It was a blunt butter knife but it was better than nothing. Alexi was a big, strong girl and could usually defend herself but this guy was terrifying.

The other men at the table watched him intensely. They all remained quiet.


She heard the metal click of a shotgun behind her. “I see a flash of fur in here and I start firing,” the cook Chuck warned. “I won’t have this shit in my diner again.”

Alexi looked between Chuck and the bearded man. Fur? What is going on?

The man got his breathing under control and the other men at the table relaxed their tense bodies. The man looked at Alexi with his dark brown eyes. “Eight coffees and eight Lumberjack breakfasts. Eggs over easy.”

Alexi placed the knife down on the table behind her and collected their menus. She walked back behind the counter on shaky legs.

“Making friends?” the other waitress, Barbara asked chuckling. Barbara was a large, older woman with a warm smile that Alexi instantly liked. When Alexi walked into the diner two days ago, desperate and on the run from her past, Barbara had taken her under her wing, like a mother, and offered her a job and a place to stay. The place wasn’t much. A garage behind her house that was converted into a small apartment with a functioning sink and a pull out sofa. She offered it to Alexi for one hundred dollars a month. It was a stark contrast to the four thousand, five hundred dollar penthouse suite that she was renting with her fiancee, Greg, in San Francisco. But at least it was safe. And away from Greg.

“What is with those guys?” Alexi asked, placing the faded blue menus on top of the pile. She was afraid to look back at the table.

“You’ll get used to them,” she said, ripping open a gold bag of coffee and pouring it into the paper filter in the machine. “They’re the Flint Crew. Lumberjacks on the East side of the mountain. They come in here once a month or so, usually trying to stir up trouble.”

Alexi looked around the small, rundown diner with the worn out carpeting and faded scenic pictures of the Flathead National Forest on the walls. The six or seven other patrons read newspapers and sipped coffees on the cheap laminate tables. No one had interfered or came to her aid when she riled up the bearded man. They all seemed afraid of the Flint Crew.

Alexi looked over the counter into the hot, cramped kitchen, where the cook and owner, Chuck, was breaking eggs onto the grill. “Thanks for your help,” she said.

He flashed her a dirty look and grinned. “Pull that shit again and you’re out.” He cracked another egg on the grill, leaving a piece of the shell floating in the yolk.

Alexi stared at Chuck in shock. That was not what she was expecting him to say.

“Be nice,” Barbara said, throwing a wet, dirty rag at him. He groaned and turned back to his eggs.

“Don’t worry about him,” Barbara whispered to her. “He’ll grow on you. Like a big, fat wart that you can’t get rid of.”

Chuck was the owner of the diner and took an instant disliking to Alexi. Barbara said not to worry that he didn’t like anyone. He had a long, greasy handlebar mustache and unshaven cheeks. Like a caricature, Chuck always had a pack of Marlboro’s rolled up the sleeve of his sweat and grease stained short sleeve shirt, which a long time ago, before Alexi was born, must have been a bright white.