As we step inside, the smell of smoked meat and spices reach my nose. “It smells good in here.”
“Moonlight has the best barbecue in the entire fuckin’ world. Traveled a lot, but never had anything like it.”
I look around and see pictures of pigs and moons covering the walls, how strange. “It’s called Moonlight?”
He chuckles again, obviously hearing the skepticism in my voice. “Trust me, baby. You’re going to love it.”
The hostess leads us to the table, stealing looks at Bowie the entire way. As we take our seat, she looks to me then back to him. “A waitress will be here to take you and your sister’s order.”
Her voice sounds hopeful, as she smiles an obvious invitation to him. He doesn’t explain that I’m not his sister. He doesn’t flirt, just dashes her hopes with two words. “Go away.”
Her face instantly falls, before she turns away and stomps back to the front of the restaurant. My eyes jerk to him. “You didn’t have to be so rude to her.”
He stares at me for a long moment before mumbling, “You’re shitting me, right?”
“No, you hurt her feelings.”
He shakes his head, letting out a nearly silent laugh. “You realize she was hitting on me, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” I say with a shrug. “You still could’ve been polite.”
He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind then smiles. “Okay, baby. Next time some chick tries to throw her pussy in my face, I’ll try to be nice.”
Now, it’s my turn to stare at him while thinking he’s a crazy man. “She wasn’t throwing her… you know …at you.”
His smile grows. “Yeah, she was. Problem is that I’m only interested in one pussy right now. I don’t see that changing anytime soon.”
I slump against the back of my chair, mouth hanging open. I know I should say something, tell him that he’s being crude. Instead, I just start to laugh. “You are terrible.”
“Nope, just honest.” He replies with a wink as the waitress approaches our table.
Neither of us say another word as we look over our menus. I have trouble focusing on the options though. Instead, I keep wondering why the warm feeling I felt on the bike hasn’t disappeared. I catch a glimpse of Bowies beard covered face and think I know the answer.
Dinner with the Family
Bowie
The smell of Nina’s homemade enchiladas hit my nose as soon as I walk into the house. Looking over my shoulder, I smile at my brothers. “She went all out tonight.”
“Mamá wanted all her boys to be here, so she pulled out the big guns,” Tin man says as he follows behind me.
That’s true. She doesn’t get us both here at the same time often. She doesn’t get the other boys over very often at all, so she makes sure to put on her best show when we come. When it comes to Nina that means enough food to feed an army, every bit of it fuckin’ delicious.
“I shouldn’t have to bribe my kids to come home for dinner every once in a while,” Nina states as she walks into the room. Her eyes narrow in on Red and Rollo. “You two are even worse. You only come to visit when you’re hungry.”
I smile again, when I notice her, a blue-checkered apron, with splattered red sauce across the fabric. Her dark hair is pulled back by a green bandana, and there is a large smear of flour on her cheek. Her face is covered in a huge smile as she reaches up to place a kiss on my cheek
I watch as both of them start to squirm, everyone respects the hell out of her. Finally, Rollo speaks up. “Sorry, Nina.”
She helped raise us all, and we love her for it. Rollo, like me, grew up around the clubhouse. He had a mother, but she wasn’t the motherly type. She preferred being on her Old Man’s arm, instead of taking care of a kid. So, when I moved into Nina’s, he ended up spending more time here than at home. Red only started coming around when he met Tin in high school. He and Tin are close, and because of that, he has become one of the few people I trust. He comes from a good family, and even though they don’t like the path he’s chosen for himself, they are still tight.
Before she moves on to Tin, she whispers in my ear. “Shay is in the kitchen, go help her set the table.”
I hear her telling Tin that she made sour cream cake, his favorite from our childhood, as I step away from them. After that, I hear Rollo say Fuckin’ A and the sound of Nina’s hand slapping him on what I’m sure is the side of his head. “Watch your mouth.”
I chuckle at them as I walk into the kitchen. As soon as I step inside, I see Shay and Priss standing by the counter. Shay is frosting the cake, while Priss dips her fingers into the bowl to steal a taste. Both girls are laughing and jabbering a mile a minute.