Page 6 of Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

I place the plates and notice the Ohio State jackets on the two guys sitting across each other in the booth. Shit. I don't wear makeup, false lashes, or anything I wear to school so that no one recognizes me when I work here. It is also why I stuck to the night shift on weekdays only.

"Hey, don't I know you?"

I stiffen slightly and look up and meet moss-green eyes. "No."

He points at me when he picks up his fork, but I let my eyes focus on his jacket, so I don't give myself away. "Are you sure? You look familiar, but I can't remember where." I don't answer because I'm sure it's from one of the parties at Kenyan.

"Maybe because you only remember the back of their heads when you fuck them from behind, Matt." His friend sitting opposite him says with a smirk.

Matt shrugs, but I feel the way his eyes travel over my waitress uniform, undressing me with his eyes as I move to the next table. Dick. "I haven't fucked her because I would have remembered," he says between bites, and I look back with a glare. "There is no way you could forget a girl that looks like that." He pauses and takes a sip of his soda. "I would love to see her eyes when I take her."

Adam slams the plastic tub on the table, making the dirty plates and forks clank inside. "I think you two need to leave," he grits out.

My eyes widen in panic because that would mean I lose tips from a table, or worse, they leave, and I have to pay for their meals.

I walk back to their table and stop next to Matt, who’s looking over at Adam. "It's alright, Adam. They must have me confused with someone else. Right, boys?" I purr on the last part.

Matt arches a brow, and Adam looks like I kicked him, but my eyes give him a pleading look.

"Right, gorgeous. How about you let me take you out, and you could be that girl."

I’d rather eat my own vomit.

"I can't; I have a boyfriend," I lie.

Matt looks around mockingly. "I don't see him anywhere, and besides, what kind of guy lets his girl work the night shift at a twenty-four-hour restaurant and not expect guys to hit on her. You're better off with someone like me."

Let me guess, I'll work the dayshift to soothe your ego. I want to say the words, but the fact is, I don't want to lose this job or let Dorothy down.

"Table is ready," Adam says behind me before storming off.

I know he thinks he is trying to be a man by defending me, but you can't change who people are or how they think. I deal with assholes like this all the time. These guys are elementary to what I'm used to dealing with at Kenyan.

"Now that your little boyfriend stormed off. How about it?"

I look down at Matt and his friend, my lips lifting in a sardonic smile. "Is that where I see how big you really are?" I bite my bottom lip and slide my hand down my skirt, watching Matt's eyes widen, my demeanor changing like a flip of a switch. I lean close. "On second thought, I think I'll pass. Taking a girl from behind can only mean one thing. You're a selfish prick that only cares about your own pleasure…which also means––" I pinch my fingers together, leaving a small space in between––"You have a small pathetic excuse of a cock and to be honest, I wouldn't want to look at your ugly mug of a face either while I fake it."

His friend chuckles. "Damn."

I straighten and give him my resting bitch face. "Total waste of my time." When Adam walks back, I place my work face back on, fixing the pin on my uniform and smile. "Will that be all for you boys?"

CHAPTER 2

Alaric

"An alliance between Riodrick and Riordan Holdings and Black Capital investments would benefit the Order, Alaric."

I lean back in the executive chair, looking at the amber liquid in my whiskey glass with three ice cubes, watching it melt, just like my patience as I try to hold myself back from reaching over and strangling Dorian Black. He has something up his sleeve. It is why I accepted this meeting in the first place. Dorian Black is a snake. A venomous one.

But if he's a snake, then I'm the wolf.

I place my elbow on the table and put my forefinger on my lips, acting like I'm considering investing in his piece of shit company that makes in profit what I pay in toilet paper for one of my buildings.

"Send me you're Profit and Loss statements. I need to look over them," I state, calling his bluff.

His right eye twitches, and I watch his jaw harden slightly. He won't send it because we both know what I'll find. Loss and little profit.

He needs capital to fund his spending habits, but I'm not the asshole that will support it. Riodrick legacy of hotels comes from my grandmother on my mother's side and the last name Riordan from my father. We use both as a surname interchangeably since my father merged both estates into one and named me and my cousins both Riodrick-Riordan out of respect for the alliance when my uncle and father married their wives. Alliances are everything to the Order and it is how we control the world. In Dorian Black’s case, he wants power and money. That much is obvious. He will have to ask the Bedfords to form any business alliance, and good luck with the twins. They will hang him by his balls. Literally.

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