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We had a full house once the word spread on social media. Actually having to turn people away. It was fucking epic.
When we pull up to Mel’s Diner, I jump out and immediately the smell of pancakes and bacon hits my nose. This place is the best place to get some greasy food after a night of drinking.
Mel’s Diner looks like a vintage airstream, with a teal, white, and chrome exterior. As you step inside, the colors continue inside. Blue and white tiles line the floor and the wall along the counter. The booths are wrapped in a teal leather and the stools along the counter are wrapped in white. Newspaper clippings are framed on the walls and mini jukeboxes sit in each booth.
“Boys! I was wondering when you three would be showing up. You know where your table is. Go sit and I will bring you all some drinks.”
Mel, the owner smiles at us. Her white hair is tied up in a bun, her face void of any makeup. She’s been running this place for what seems like forever. It was her father’s diner, named after his only love, his daughter. When her father passed away, she took it over. We’ve been coming here since our freshman year.
I pull Mel into a hug. “Thank you, Mel. You look good. Been taking it easy?” I ask, raising a brow.
“Hell no! Someone has to keep this place going. And Johnny ain’t gonna be the one to do that.”
“Hey! I heard that woman!” Johnny, her husband, says from behind the counter. He stands there pointing at Mel. His white shirt is stained from cooking all morning. He wipes a towel over his face and head laughing.
“Make the coffee, John! Mind your business when I talk to my boys.” She waves at him dismissively.
Mel and Johnny never had kids; they say the kids from the college that come here are the only kids they need.
She adds, “Go, sit. I’ll be right out with your drinks. The usual?” We all nod as she smiles and walks away.
We make our way over to our corner booth which is always saved for the three of us. Seven slides in, and I slip in after him while Dekker takes the other side of the bench.
I take out my phone and pull up the camera feed to make sure the grunts are still actively cleaning.
“They still behaving?” I look up and see Seven waggling his eyebrows.
I nod. “Seems they are. They are probably too hungover to even be thinking about fucking around.” I chuckle.
“So, that blondie in tears, wanna explain?” Seven leans back against the booth.
I shake my head. “Nothing to spill. She was awful at sucking dick. Her pussy wasn’t so bad last night. I’ve had better, but it got the job done. What about you two?”
Dekker grunts and a smile splays across his face.
There’s a mischievous look in his eyes.
“What?” I ask him, tilting my head.
“Oh, well, you see Dekker here had a special guest in his room last night,” Seven answers for him with a smirk.
“Really fucking special,” Dekker drawls as his smile grows wider.
“Okay, when one of you assholes want to clue me in, that would be fucking great.” I shake my head just as coffee gets placed down in front of me.
“Here’s your drinks, boys. Food will be out in a bit. If you need anything, holler.” Mel pats my back before walking away.
“Spill.” I look at Dekker.
“Rory.” What. The. Fuck?
I furrow my brows at Dekker. “What does my stepsister have to do with this?”
“She was my special guest.” And it’s those five words that set my blood to boil.
I sit up straighter in the booth.
“What do you mean, Dek? What the fuck?” I demand.