Page 6 of Unbreakable

Arizona

Iendedupdriving around town hitting up the local grocery store for food and household items I needed, before stopping at a diner to grab some late lunch. After I eat, I plan on heading home to take a nap to prepare for my first night of work as a stripper.

The diner is quaint, but I’m not sure that is even the right word to describe it. It’s not a large restaurant like you would find in New York. It has an awning over the door with the name Melbre’s written across it. In my head I’m running through the various ways it could be pronounced, knowing that none of them are probably correct.

The staff are dressed in jeans, black V neck t-shirts with the diner logo across the chest and a name tag with their name. Seeing the sign that says to seat yourself, I make my way to the counter, deciding to sit there versus taking a table that could be occupied by more than one person.

A waitress makes her way over to me, she has to be in her late thirties with jet black hair and freckles speckled all across her face. The closer she gets I see what looks like a baby bump sticking out and gah, it’s so cute. I mean do I like kids? Sure. Do I want them? Sure. But am I in any way ready now? Hell no! Wait, would the deal still take place if I was pregnant? I think about it for a brief moment before shaking the thought off, knowing what would happen to my family. My dad may be a prick and sorry SOB, but I wasn’t him. I wonder now if I was adopted…

“Good afternoon, welcome to Melbre’s. I’m Elizabeth and I will be your waitress today. What can I get ya started with?” she says with a deliciously sweet southern twang and I love it. Where can I get an accent like that? I would kill for it.

“Could I get some water and what do you recommend to eat?” I’m the most indecisive person in the world when it comes to eating so I’ve developed a near flawless plan. Ask the server what they recommend and then order it. Wham bam, thank you ma’am, I never have to decide.

“Well, it depends on how hungry you are. If just a little bit, the grilled cheese is amazing. If you are starving then I would say go for the Lasagna. Melissa, the owner, makes it fresh everyday, and it is delicious.”

“Elizabeth, you’ve made up my mind. Give me the Lasagna. I plan to eat it and fall into a food coma until I have to go to work tonight.” She immediately lets out a snort like laugh at my response.

“Girl, I haven’t seen you around here before but I hope you come back. I bet there is never a dull moment with you around.”

“Thanks, and it’s Arizona by the way. I just moved here yesterday actually. I’ll be here for a year before heading home. So depending on if the food lives up to the hype you gave it, will determine if I come back or not.”

“Well, I’m going to get your order in so you can see for yourself. I’ll be back with your water.”

True to her word, just a couple minutes later she is placing a glass of water in front of me with a straw. I’m scrolling through my phone, while waiting for my food, when I hear a bell jingle. Looking around in the direction of the sound, I see four of the hottest guys I have ever seen walk in the door and head to the corner booth. I notice the vests straight away and know they’re tied to some type of motorcycle club.

The tall blond one with shoulder length hair and eyes that appear to be green, looks my way, giving me a cocky ass grin and the typical asshole jerk move of tossing me a kiss in the air with a nod of his head. Yep, that just dried my vagina up.

I look back to my phone, hoping the cocky bastard doesn’t try to come over.

I watch as Elizabeth moves around the counter and heads over in their direction.

“Hey boys, where are the rest of the guys at? Les told me he would be stopping in today?” she asks them. I'm suddenly invested in their conversation, curious who this Les is. I tilt my head slightly so my ear is turned towards them while appearing to be paying attention to what's on my phone.

“He should be stopping by later with the Prez and VP, they’re in a meeting with Bash. You know he can’t go without checking on his baby mama. He keeps bitchin’ that you need to be home resting and not here servin’ us fuckers.” the cocky blond one tells her, his voice intoxicatingly deep and southern to the hilt. If he hadn’t pulled the dumbass move earlier that all arrogant players do, he would have my non-existent panties dripping. Bet the fucker is a taker and not a giver.

She talks to them for a while longer, while I try to covertly keep up my eavesdropping but fail miserably at it, until she hears a bell ding and excuses herself before walking to the kitchen. When I say walk, I really mean waddle like a penguin, her belly prominently on display now.

A few minutes later she reappears with a plate covered and piled high with Lasagna in one hand and another plate in her other hand with bread. Damn… I really am going to be in a food coma. Good thing I start at the club tonight, hopefully I will dance a lot and make some bank while working off this food.

“Here ya go, Arizona. Do you need any more water? Oh, and are you single because my friend Ryker wants to know? I think he might ask you out. I love the cocky shit, but just be warned he doesn’t do relationships and he probably won’t call you the next day if you have sex.” she tells me in what appears to be more like a warning, her face showing she means what she says causing me to almost choke on the bite of bread I had taken.

“Okayyy, that was a lot so I'm going to break it down into pieces. Yes, I am single. No need to worry, I’ve already pegged him for the cocky type and no interest here. Frankly, the sex and never calling wouldn’t bother me because normally it’s me doing it. Lastly, wow if that’s how you pimp your friends out I don’t see us getting to know each other better.” I tell her, as I hover the pasta on the fork in front of my mouth, debating if it is worth taking the bite before hearing what she has to say back to me.

“To be honest, we aren’t what you would call friends per se. He is a brother in the club with my old man, that’s how I know him. But what I said, still the truth babe, but if you are up for a fuck and duck go for it. I hear the club whores talk about how amazing he is in bed. Maybe if I wasn’t already my man's property, and didn’t look like Shamu, I would try him out. But I'm going to go get you a refill for your water.”

“Hey Elizabeth, why don’t you just bring me back a pitcher of it if you have extra of those. Less walking for you, I drink a lot of water and I suck it down like a fish.” I give her a wink, hoping she takes my hint. She really looks like she needs to sit down and take a break.

“I would really appreciate that. I talked to Melissa, the owner, about being a floater and just coming in for the rush or if someone calls out. These long ass shifts are getting to me. Thankfully she agreed. Said she remembered what it was like to be pregnant. So you get to see me on my last full shift.” she tells me as a warm smile appears on her face when she hears the doorbell ring again and moves her eyes upward. I see a guy on the shorter side, long black beard with a durag wrapped around his head with skulls on it holding down his long black hair. He gives her a scowl back when he sees her standing and working, without a doubt this must be who she called her Old man and her baby daddy.

“I will just get you that pitcher and be right back.” she says as she skirts away quickly, just escaping the pissed off man stomping after her. I don't think it's going to be a conversation she comes back smiling about.

Ten minutes later, I’m halfway done with the most delicious Lasagna ever, when I’m proved one hundred percent wrong. Elizabeth comes waddling back in the room with her man’s arm around her shoulders. She has her arm stretched out in front of her with her hand turned up staring at it, before proudly turning it around showing the rock on her finger.

“Les asked me to marry him, and after quite a bit of groveling from him I said YES!” she says excitedly, shouting out the yes at the end. I hear the guys from earlier hooting and hollering congratulations before they all make their way over, grabbing their friend in their arms and patting him on the back in a bro hug, while giving Elizabeth gentle hugs and kisses on her cheek.

“Well, we have lost another good one to the death trap of marriage. You will be missed my friend.” I hear the one I now know as Ryker say. Fucking jerk.

Elizabeth makes her way back over to check on me and I smile at her happiness. Someone deserves it and even though I just met her I’m glad it’s her, she deserves it. I promise myself right here and now that this year will be filled with happiness before I return home.

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