Chapter 8
BLAIZE
Roadhouse was the bane of my existence. It was a shitty hole-in-the-wall diner with a lack-luster menu and even worse staff.
Ricky had a handful of drunk regulars who enjoyed the stale beer and cheap cigars while they ate his foul excuse for food.
The place represented the owner, who was nothing more than a roach on the bottom of my heel—and the place attracted the same people.
Ricky thought because he had a diner on the outskirts of town, I wouldn’t kill him if he fucked up or tried to undermine me.
If he wasn’t busy with this shithole, he was up my ass trying to brownnose, but it made me despise the weasel more.
His girlfriend was decent looking, and I didn’t understand why she would do this.
Sometimes, I wondered if the woman was being manipulated or drugged, but I walked in on her riding one of Ricky’s employees with her head thrown back, and realized this was fully her choice.
The place was never this busy. He had his regulars who sat at the bar and maybe a few stragglers who didn’t know what the town truly had to offer, but the place was packed.
And then I saw her. The plus sized, curvy, blue-haired beauty who snuck into my town under my fucking nose.
Now I understood why the men were here, drooling into their burgers.
She was hot—no, gorgeous, with generous breasts and a supple ass that looked mouthwatering even in that vulgar, piss-stain yellow uniform she was wearing.
Her faded-blue hair danced in a long ponytail down her back as she ran orders out.
Her eyes were a gorgeous forest green, but there was a pained expression on her face.
She was trying to hide it, but she was doing a shitty job.
No one else noticed because they were too busy looking at her ass.
Who the fuck was she?
“Billy, I need two all-Americans, extra fried onions, and BBQ sauce. Double cheese messy with extra fries.” Even her fucking voice was hot. She had these men drooling, fantasizing about how she would sound on her back with their mediocre dicks inside her.
“Anything for you, baby cakes.” I scoffed in disgust. Billy was a maggot.
The men who worked here and the people that ate here were the rejects of the town.
They were vulgar, disgusting, and annoying, but they refused to leave because they knew they were safe here.
I wouldn’t kill them for simply existing.
The only time I killed anyone was when they hurt the people I cared for or if they betrayed me.
Ricky and his shithole were on thin ice, and, depending on what I could find out about this girl, so was she.
I didn’t come here for her, but she did steal my breath away, more from anger than anything else.
I wanted to know who the fuck she was and how the hell she got into my town, got a job in this shithole, and stayed under my radar.
How long had she been here? I despised coming here, unless I needed to put the fear of God into Ricky’s soul, but there were more important issues to deal with right now.
I moved past the girl, watching the shiver run down her back as I slipped inside the kitchen.
I caught Billy and the other cook staring at her ass as she served the people at the bar.
I needed to focus, this wasn’t the point of the visit, but I’d need Hunter to deal with her later.
“Ricky, get your ass out here before I blow your shit up!” I yelled loud enough for him to hear.
This place fucking reeked of piss and old grease, all mingling together with the lingering odor of smoke.
The cigarette-stained walls were a mottled, yellow-brown with peeling wallpaper.
The linoleum floor was cracked and stained with God knows what from Ricky’s lazy ass.
If the interior looked like trash, I could only imagine what the food tasted like.
There was no reason for people to be enamored with mediocre food, let alone fuck on a makeshift bed next to the kitchen.
I would kill him one day, and he’d better hope it wasn’t today.
Ricky stumbled out of his office, his complexion paper white as fear was plastered on his fat face. I grabbed him by his hair and dragged him towards the back door, kicking it open with the sole of my boot. “How yer doin’, Blaize?”
Ricky was a middle-aged white man with greasy skin, a receding hairline, and a beer gut. He reeked of cigarettes and body odor.
I ignored his question and went straight to my own. “Are you a traitor, Ricky?”
“What’re you talkin’ ‘bout, baby?”
I smacked him, and he yelped. “Don’t call me baby. Did you tell the feds about my hotel? Is it your payback? Not enough men paying you to fuck your girlfriend’s cunt?”
He blabbed like a bumbling idiot in gibberish. “No. No. I wouldn’t do that to yer.”
“If I find out you’re lying to me, I will rip your balls off and shove them so far up your ass, you’ll taste your putrid cum.” He nodded, and I watched his Adam's apple bob. “Now, who the fuck is that girl?”
“I, uh—”
I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. “You know you're supposed to tell me when you hire new people. Why would she want to work for your sleazy ass?”
“Please,” he begged. “I don’t know ‘er from Adam. She came in two weeks ago and asked for a job. She’s a hot piece of ass with a nice rack. This place has never been this busy since she started.”
“Where did she come from?” He shrugged his shoulders, and I released my grip on him. “Next time you do something like this without telling me, I will kill you. What’s her name?”
“K-Kadence Hayes. She was desperate when she came here two weeks ago. Practically begged me for a job. Ya know I love when pretty women beg.”
I scoffed, walking away from him and back into the kitchen. Being in this place made me sick. How the fuck this girl ended up working here with these men was beyond me, but I was determined to find out everything about her.