Sons of War MC by Jane Slate

Author:Jane Slate [Slate, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction, Contemporary Women, Romance, Contemporary, Military, New Adult & College, Contemporary Fiction, Action & Adventure, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Crime
Amazon: B00KKRHQNC
Barnesnoble: B00KKRHQNC
Goodreads: 22358777
Publisher: Jane Slate
Published: 2014-05-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

A week later, Grace’s body was still a battered mess but her face had healed enough for her to attend a job interview at Sue Ellen’s Tavern. There was still some discoloring along her forehead but it had yellowed enough for her to cover it with make-up. Her eyes had also healed but for a small gash along her upper lip.

She looked at her reflection in the rearview mirror of her car and sighed, smearing a dab of foundation along the bruising on her temple. She brushed her hair into her face to cover it.

This was as good as it was going to get.

She felt like a nervous wreck but the interview went off without a hitch. Sue Ellen was so impressed by Grace’s long history of serving that she tossed her an apron and allowed her to start on the spot.

“You’re a natural,” she said with a smile, nodding at a table where a group of leather clad patrons had just sat down. “I can tell. Now, go fourth and work your magic!”

Grace smiled to herself and grabbed a stack of menus and a pad of paper and pen from behind the bar. She greeted a table of men with a smile. It was then that she noticed the Peligros patch on their cuts and sucked in a sharp breath. They were a club Miller and the rest of the members of the Sons made a point of avoiding.

Grace recognized one of the men as Joaquín, President of the Peligros. He was the kind of man no woman would want to stumble upon by herself late at night. At six foot four, he towered over the rest of his men even sitting down, and his stare made Grace feel immediately uneasy.

“Evening,” he said with a nod and a snicker.

Grace cringed as he glanced down at her nametag, his beady eyes lingering on her breasts. “Grace.”

“That’s a pretty name,” he added.

“Thank you,” Grace replied automatically. She uncapped her pen and pressed it against the notepad in her hands.

“What can I get you?”

“Well hold on just a second,” Joaquín interjected.

“How are you doing tonight sweetheart?”

Grace sighed and shifted on her feet, running a hand through her hair. Of course he had to be one of those customers. The kind who forced socialization and expected to operate on a first-name basis with every moderately attractive waitress. The kind that made her breathe a sigh of relief the second they paid and left.

“It’s going fine,” she responded dully, trying her best to keep her customer-service voice intact. “How about yours?”

“Better now that I’ve seen your pretty face,” Joaquín said with a smile.

His men chuckled. Grace rolled her eyes as a blush began to cover her pale skin. She couldn’t help but feel flattered. A compliment was a compliment regardless of who was giving it. It had been a long time since she had been called pretty and in comparison to the other girls who worked at Sue Ellen’s, she certainly didn’t feel it.

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