The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(99)
The truck stop was dated but well maintained. Trucks with different license plates occupied nearly every spot outside and a few of them chatted and stared as Marcus and I walked inside.
We were quickly shown to a booth on the back wall. The food smelled divine, but I couldn’t tell if that was me talking or my massive hunger. As had been said, I was eating for two now.
The waitress kneeled down at the table and angled herself towards Marcus. She kept her elbows in and pushed her ample bosom out and the obvious flirt appeared to make Marcus a little uncomfortable, but that didn’t stop the waitress in the slightest.
“So cutie, what’ll you have?”
Marcus looked so off put by having this woman throw herself at him that I couldn’t help but laugh. So I decided to lend him a hand.
“I’ll have a coffee,” I said, trying to get her to notice me, “and he’ll have the same, cutie”
She turned to me and scoffed and with her face turned away from Marcus I could see him mouth the words ‘Thank you’.
“What’s the matter, does the man not want to do the ordering?” she asked.
“This man has been driving for the last 6 hours and just wants a cup of coffee, not a pair of tits.” I replied.
The waitress looked me up and down, stood up, and moved on. I’m sure he’s not the last man she’ll try to seduce today.
After a moment she returned with a coffee pot and two mugs, an obvious look of disgust permanently stayed plastered across her face now whenever she dared return my gaze.
I didn’t mind, I doubted I’d see very much of her at all, just so long as she brings me a waffle and some hash browns.
After our orders were placed, I turned to Marcus.
“I’ll take the next leg of the drive, no reason for you to shoulder the entire trip.” I said.
“If that’s what you want, I wouldn’t mind taking a bit of a break.” He said between sips of coffee.
I glanced outside, staring at the cars that were coming and going. But, one of the cars looked familiar, a little older and beat up and one of the windows was cracked. I couldn’t be too sure until I saw Devon step out of the driver seat. My heart skipped a beat and my head went blank. Marcus must have understood that something was wrong because he turned to look outside too.
I put my head down and tried to duck into the booth so I wouldn’t be noticed, but it didn’t seem to help. He recognized the rental car I had out front and made a quick lap around it, searching for something. After his quick search, he motioned towards his car and I saw two more men step out.
One of them, a short brutish looking man, bald and sturdy, looked like a body builder crossed with a grizzly bear. Meanwhile, the other guy looked tall, skinny and properly dressed. He was almost too pressed for the occasion and looked quite out of place in his button down blazer in the snow.
All three of them made their way towards the entrance. Marcus didn’t look very intimidated by any of them, and was doing a much better job of keeping his cool than I was. I downed the last of my coffee and excused myself to the bathroom.
It wasn’t long before I heard words being exchanged by more than a few people. I peeked out of the bathroom to see if there was room for me to make for the front door. There wasn’t. The skinny man stood near the front door, and Devon was looming over Marcus with his tiny tough friend in tow.
“So, where is she then?” Devon asked.
“She’s safe.” replied Marcus, stoic as always.
“So I guess we’re doing this the hard way then. Don’t think that you can catch me off-guard like last time.”
“He guys, I don’t want any fighting in my diner, take this outside,” shouted the cook, trying to usher the strangers out.
Devon acted first, shoving the cook over the table. But, Marcos answered right back by shoving Devon back into his skinny friend by the door. The small tough one charged in and grabbed Marcus by the waist, tackling him through the booth and destroying my waffle. He looked quite strong as even Marcus with his immense strength was having problems prying the small man off himself.
By now, Devon and the skinny man had pulled themselves together and rushed to join the fray, leaving the front door more than open. I took the chance and sprinted for the door, mixing in with several other patrons doing the same.
Once outside many of them rushed towards their trucks, some watched through the window at the fight unfolding. Another onlooker pulled out his phone and began calling the police.
I was too busy to pay any attention at all; I was already in the car and starting it up. It was then that I saw the diner’s window shatter, and the tiny bald man flying out and into the side of a truck. Marcus walked out through the shattered glass and looking at me in the car he mouthed ‘GO’.
He didn’t need to say much more. I pulled the car into gear and made for the highway. The tires squealed, and, in my haste, I slammed into Devon’s car. I didn’t mind the hit at all and continued to flee.
Then the skinny, well-dressed fellow stood in my way looking at me through a pair of expensive sunglasses. If he had have known what was best, he would have got out of my way, but my car careening at him didn’t seem to faze him at all. Before I could hit him he nimbly jumped and landed with an inhuman grace on the hood of the speeding car.
With a few steps, he neared the driver’s side window and punched in through the glass. He grabbed the steering wheel and pulled it hard to the right. He was much stronger than he looked as I could offer little resistance.