Chapter Eight

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I grab another people’s order and put plate where they go. We doing good for business. I walk an make more coffee.

I turn and freeze in place, “Ilona.”

I cross my arms over my chest, “What do you want?”

He sits down, “I would like to talk to you.”

I don’t get close to him, “Sorry I can’t I am very busy and don’t have time to talk.”

He grabs my arm. I jerk myself free. I step back away from him.

“Excuse you don’t grab me or touch me again.” I tell him.

I point to the door, “You need to leave I don’t have time for drama good bye.”

I walk away form him. Ew, I need to wash my arms now. I walk into the kitchen. I am washing my arms and hands. My skin is angry red. I dry my hands and arms off.

I peek out of the window and I release a breath thank gods he had taken the hint and left. I really do hate it when he comes in the diner. Tressa and Jack arrive they are clearly happy. I mean shit if I had sex I would be in a really good mood.

 Tressa says, “We should let the kids go away for the weekend.”

I look at her, “Yes I told them that this morning.”

Tressa says seeing my arms are red still, “Hey is everything okay?”

I sign and tell her, “He was here and he had the nerve to grab my arm.”

We both say, “Eewww.”

Tressa says, “I would wash my arms until the were red as hell.”

I laugh and tell her, “That is what I did.”

We both laugh at that. We are wiping tables down. We are putting money where it goes. We are working hard. Before lunch time we have a huge group of bikers.

I pour them some coffee. The head biker smacks my ass! Oh, hell naw this mother fucker didn’t just do that! They laugh thinking it was funny.

He tells me, “Hey baby I would love to bend you over and fuck you.”

I jerk him up out of the seat, “Excuse you, you do not smack my ass nor my co workers asses or I will make you regret doing it.”

He whistles, “Sounds like your kitty need petting.”

Oh, this mother fucker is out of here, “We are refusing you service you can hop of your bikes and get the hell out of my diner now.”

He laughs and says, “Oh baby I bet you are soak for me.”

He trying to touch me through my pants. I punch him in his face. He hits the floor. I shake my hand to get some feeling back in it. I haven’t thrown a punch like that in years. I didn’t break it thank gods. I hit him with my knee. He is cold like a light.

Another guy says, “Hey you don’t do that to the boss.”

He swings at me. I dodge his fist. Jack pulls me behind him.

Jack catches the second in command’s fist and punching him, “The lady said yall aren’t welcome here get out.”

The gang is surprise we had taken their leaders out so easy. No one makes a move towards us.

I release a breath when I see Dodge walk into the diner, “Is there a problem, fellas?”

The bikers could feel the energy coming off of Dodge. They help the head and his second in command from the floor. I release a breath when they left.

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