Chapter 3 #2
“Fuck.” I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. This isn’t looking too good for Kierra or the kid.
“It gets worse. Her mother is the former mistress of Hector Ramirez. The actual King of Cuba, and I’m pretty sure he’s the father of Sierra and Kierra Ramirez too.
When Gabriella, your girl’s mom, got pregnant and started making demands, he locked her ass down until after the babies were born, then started shooting coke in her veins and whoring her out.
To this day, she’s still turning tricks. ”
“Does Kierra know any of this?” I ask, pointing at the screens.
“I don’t think so. I had to go deep into the dark web for this shit.”
“How did Kierra and Sierra end up in the states?”
“They were part of a refugee group that showed up when the girls were fourteen. They were placed with a foster family, and when they turned eighteen, they were tossed out on their asses. Your girl is the only one with any semblance of consistency it seems. She worked at a diner for a years, then started working at Heaven’s Door, where she’s been for the last three years.
Same apartment since she aged out, and the same car you bought her six months ago.
According to her financials, she sends $1500 to Cuba on the first of the month, pays all the utilities and rent on two places here in Miami, and has a couple of late payments on her credit cards but nothing too serious.
The sister on the other hand, is a fucking nightmare.
She’s been in and out of rehab, paid for by your girl, mind you.
Her kid has been taken away once, but again, your girl helped her get him back.
She can’t keep a job, and her car is scheduled to be repossessed in three days. ”
Viper: Bring the kid to the club when you work next. Bunnies can watch him.
“Thanks, Dex.”
“No problem, Prez.”
Going up the stairs and back into the common room, I look around for Kidd, spotting him playing pool with Rock. “Kidd,” I shout and motion for him to come to my booth once he looks up at me.
“Whatcha need, Prez?” he asks. He’s a good kid who never complains when anyone asks him to jump in and do something. I usually have him tailing Sadie, but it’s his night off.
“Anything new with Sadie?”
“No. She does the same thing almost every day, Prez. She goes and gets coffee at the coffee shop on campus, goes to class, and then hangs out with Harley at her apartment the rest of the day. Not sure why that girl just doesn’t move in with Sadie. She’s always there,” he laughs.
“Good. You’re doing a good job, Kidd. Another year and you’ll have the patch.” I know he’s looking forward to having his two years of prospecting behind him.
“Thanks, Prez. Need anything else?”
“Nah, go finish your game. I’m going to have a beer and then head home,” I inform him, already moving towards the bar where Sparrow and Knox are seated.
“Pipe. Bring me a beer.”
“Where you been tonight?” Sparrow asks.
“None of your business.” I nod, taking the bottle from Pipe and taking a sip.
“Ahh. Fucking your girl. You ever gonna to make her your woman, or you just going to hit it until it gets old?” Sparrow asks, knowing I don’t like talking about my personal shit with anyone.
“Why are you so worried about who I’m fucking?”
“Ain’t worried about who you’re fucking, ‘cause I know that girl’s the only one you been fucking for the last year.” He isn’t wrong, but he sure is fucking nosey.
“What’s new with you, Knox?” I ask, ignoring Sparrow altogether and can’t miss the way Knox watches G’s every move as she flits about the room, picking up after everyone.
Someone really should make that girl their old lady.
She’s an absolute sweetheart and cooks like a fucking dream.
It doesn’t hurt that she’s hot as shit. She looks like Rosie Huntington’s doppelg?nger.
“Not much. What about you?” But he never takes his eyes off the club girl. Sparrow chuckles as the fact that we’re watching Knox watch her is completely lost on him since he has yet to even look our way.
“G?” I yell, getting her attention.
Yeah?” she hollers back.
“You on breakfast duty in the morning?” If she isn’t the one cooking, then I’m going to the diner for breakfast.
“No. Sapphire is on kitchen duty tomorrow. Why?”
“No reason, darlin’. I was just curious.”
“Guess we’re all eating at the diner tomorrow,” Sparrow states. Knox and I nod our heads in agreement.
“Okay, fellas. I’ll see you all in the morning. Taking my ass home.” I down the rest of my beer before standing from my stool and heading for the door.
The roar of our bikes pulling into the diner has everyone inside turning to see what the commotion is.
Seeing that it’s us, everyone quickly turns back around to mind their own business.
Rock, Sparrow, Knox, Kidd, Legend, and me make our way inside and are greeted by Ms. Berta as the bell above the door chimes.
“Morning boys, your usual table is open,” she shouts from somewhere back in the kitchen. I’m guessing that she heard us roll up.
“Thanks, darlin’,” Rock hollers back to her as we make our way to the rear of the building, where two long tables are always pushed together next to the window.
A couple of minutes later, Berta emerges with a full carafe of coffee and a tall glass of orange juice for Kidd.
After handing off the glass of OJ, she fills everyone’s mugs with coffee, then confirms that everyone wants their usual before heading back into the kitchen.
We’re here several mornings every week and always order the same thing. I imagine customers like us make it easier on her. Especially since we’re never in a hurry.
“Prez. Think your woman just pulled into the parking lot,” Sparrow calls far too loudly, making everyone at the table swing their eyes out the window as they watch one long, tan leg extend out her door before the rest of her appears.
“Goddamn,” Rock jeers, watching as she bends into the backseat to help her nephew out. When she does, the tight shorts she’s wearing rise just enough to show the bottom cheeks of her ass. It’s pissing me off that she’s out in public dressed like that, especially without protection.
“Eyes off fuckers,” I growl.
We all continue to watch as she reaches for the boy’s hand and they walk towards the front door.
When the bell above the door jingles, signaling their entry, every man in the entire restaurant turns and watches as she walks by.
With her head turned down towards the boy, she’s still yet to notice anyone else in the place, including me.
When she finally looks up, her eyes catching mine, she grins and changes course, coming over to our table.
“You guys want to sit with us, darlin’?” I ask when she’s close enough to hear.
“Uh… You sure?” she questions cautiously. I know what she’s thinking. We don’t do this. We have kept things between us uncomplicated, but lately, things have become more and more complicated.
“Yeah. It’s just breakfast.” I motion for the boys to move down the table some so she can sit down beside me.
“He need a highchair?” I ask, nodding to the boy.
“Nah. Come here, Nash,” she says, helping him into a chair of his own.