Dayanara Chapter 18 #2
“What spectacle? We’re sitting here enjoying a meal. Our talk isn’t any louder than others. Hell, in most cases, it’s less loud. So we have no clue what you’re talking about,” Stalker answered.
The older man leaned slightly closer, though there were several feet between them and our booth.
“We aren’t talking about your conversation. It’s your disgusting display. This is a public restaurant. People bring their children here. Have you no shame?” he asked. His upper lip was curled.
I knew what they referred to, but I wanted to force them to say it aloud. I pretended to be oblivious.
“A disgusting display? I’m sorry, but we have no idea what you’re referring to,” I stated.
“Don’t pretend like you’re stupid. You know what we mean. You’re sitting there, all over two men. You’re kissing both of them. It’s vile. You need to leave and never show your faces in public again,” the older woman snapped.
“Is that so?” Predator remarked calmly.
“It is. Why don’t the five of you go back to wherever you came from and stay there? Do your deviant shit there,” the older of the younger men said.
He looked like the older man, while the woman with the last man favored the oldest woman. No doubt their children. The others in their group were nodding.
“I don’t like how you’re speaking about my cousins.
They’re amazing women who are far from deviant.
Just because one of them has two men who love and adore her, you have no right to judge.
It’s all jealousy. I bet there hasn’t been any passion in your marriages in years, if ever,” Stryder said with a smirk.
“How dare you!?” The daughter-in-law huffed.
“How dare he? How dare you bunch of hypocritical bigots say such things about my sister and her two wonderful men? I’ll have you know, they treat her like a queen.
They’re protective of not just her, but me.
We can rely on them. They own businesses that help so many people and provide much-needed services to this town and its surrounding communities.
I could go on. Tell me, what have you done for anyone besides yourself in your lives? ” Breezy snapped, showing her temper.
It took a lot for it to appear, but she had one. And it reminded me of mine, though to a lesser degree. Her face was red with anger, not embarrassment.
“You have no right to call us names. You’re nothing but filth. We’ll have you thrown out and banned,” the son-in-law stated with a sneer.
I wasn’t worried about attracting attention, being thrown out, or being called names.
A good verbal sparring match would be fun.
I hadn’t gotten into one in a long time.
However, I wasn’t sure my men would hold back if they kept belittling Breezy and me.
The tension in their bodies was greater.
Stryder would only take so much, too. With this in mind, I decided to end it.
I put on my best offended/disgusted expression.
“How many times must we say it? We’re not interested in having an orgy with you!
We’re not into that kind of group copulation.
Please, stop following us. And no, we don’t want you, your son, and son-in-law to pull a train on my sister and me while your wife, daughter, and your daughter-in-law play out their fantasies to be with a bunch of bikers!
” I shouted. Making sure my voice dripped with disgust.
The looks of utter horror, fear, and mortification on those six faces almost made me lose it and laugh.
But I held onto my countenance by some miracle.
Actually, it was because I kept biting my inner cheeks and tongue.
A shift of my gaze revealed that Stalker, Predator, and Stryder perfectly captured the menacing biker demeanor.
As for Breezy, she pretended to be about to throw up.
There were loud gasps, an immediate increase in chatter, and the scrape of wooden chair legs on the bare flooring.
Other diners shifted to get a better look.
Others stood, unabashedly watching the drama unfold.
The three couples before us were an array of shades of red to purple.
Dismay and rage were on their faces. Sputtering was coming from them, but no words.
Fists were clenched. A thrill raced through my body.
I was so ready for a fight. If I couldn’t beat the hell out of Marshall, then taking on these assholes would help me bleed off the tension.
“Shut up!” the son shouted.
He shifted closer, causing Stryder and my old men to slide out of the booth and rise to their feet. I followed. I gestured for Breezy to remain seated, but she didn’t—stubborn girl.
Before fists were thrown or more words exchanged, a man wearing a suit raced up. He was sweating and casting panicked peeks around the restaurant. I’d noticed him earlier, stopping at tables to speak. I assumed he was the manager. He wrung his hands.
“Please, I need all of you to cease this immediately. You’re disturbing the other diners. If you don’t, I’ll have to insist you leave,” he hissed.
“Sir, these people accosted us for no reason. We were finishing up our dessert. Suddenly, they were here and making disgusting remarks to us. We want them thrown out,” Predator demanded.
“That’s right. They keep accosting us and wanting us to do sexual things with all of them. It’s sickening,” Breezy exclaimed, shuddering and faking the perfect expression to go along with her tone.
Stryder, I, and my men chimed in to agree. It was worth it to watch the manager whirl around to face the couples.
“I insist you all leave now. If you refuse, I’ll have to call the police and have you thrown out. Save yourself the embarrassment and an arrest,” the manager beseeched the three couples.
“You can’t do that! We’re not the problem. They are. They’re lying. We never said those disgusting things. They’re the ones who’re deviants! She’s with both these men,” the father hollered, pointing at me, then back and forth between Stalker and Predator.
“My dad is telling the truth. They’re immoral biker scum and sluts. Why would you allow them in here?” the son exclaimed.
The manager, whose name, according to his badge, was Theodore, was bouncing his head back and forth between the two groups as if he were watching a Ping-Pong match.
We never got a chance to find out what he’d do because we were joined by a new addition who was a tall, buff guy in a policeman’s uniform. I would’ve thought, Oh crap, here we go. No doubt he was the ilk of Talbot. A trip to jail was undoubtedly in our future. However, it wasn’t the case.
“What seems to be the problem, folks?” Officer Zev Oberlin asked.
“Good, you’re here. These people came over and accosted us for no reason.
They’re making repulsive, sexual suggestions.
We’ve asked them to stop, but they won’t.
Our old lady doesn’t feel safe, and neither does her sister.
The poor manager here, Theodore, is trying, but he needs help.
All we want is to finish our dessert and leave.
Our night has been ruined,” Predator told the officer in a low, calm tone.
“Officer, it’s not true!” the father shouted.
“Sir, lower your voice. I’ve been here for a few minutes, observing.
And the ones who are being offensive and overly loud are you and your party.
Several diners pointed out that you approached these individuals and started this whole thing.
If you don’t want to be arrested for disturbing the peace and more, you need to leave.
Pay your bill and go. If you do, you’ll avoid jail and will possibly be permitted back here again,” Zev stated.
I made sure to pretend we’d never met him before.
There was more sputtering, protests of innocence, the demand for our deviant selves to be thrown out, not them, the upstanding, moral family.
However, Theodore finally found his voice and demanded they leave.
It was with grudging resignation that the family allowed themselves to be led to their table to get their things, then to pay at the front, before they were shown out the door.
As the door closed behind them, Zev came back to us. I thought he’d follow them outside. When he reached us, we were seated again. His back was to the room. Then, a massive grin spread across his face.
He leaned closer and, in a low voice, said, “Christ, I thought I was gonna crap myself when I heard what she said about the train and the orgy. I wish I’d recorded it so you could show it back at the clubhouse.
Wait. I’ll get a copy from the manager. They have security cameras here.
It should make for a great time. Maybe we’ll do it on New Year’s Eve after the kids go to bed.
” With those words said, he held out his hand to be shaken by all three men.
“We’ll get the security recording. We provide that and the monitoring for this place. I doubt the manager realized it. It’s good to see you,” Stalker said as he shook his hand.
Stryder and Predator murmured hellos and shook his hand, too. As they did, I reflected on Zev. Wow, he was a very attractive man. I might be with Predator and Stalker, but I wasn’t blind. I’d estimate him to be slightly older than my guys. When they were done, Zev met my eyes. He smiled.
“Hello, Dayanara, Brighton. It’s a pleasure to see you again. I didn’t get to speak to you on a personal note the first time we met. Allow me to introduce myself properly. I’m Zev Oberlin. I work with Raina, and I’m friends with this bunch.”
I offered him my hand. He shook it, and not in that lackluster way some men had when shaking hands with women.
“Hello, it’s wonderful to see you, too, Zev. I was glad it was you who came and not Talbot. If it had been him, we’d be cuffed and sitting in a cell all night,” I replied. He was offering his hand to Breezy as I said it.