Page 20 of Iron

CHAPTER SIX

Iron

I went down to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. I didn’t hesitate to lift the steaming cup to my lips and take a sip right away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mouse wince. I let out a chuckle thinking how he did that just about every time he watched me drink my hot coffee.

“I told Abigail we’d order pizza tonight,” he told me as I took a seat across the table from him. “The girls took the kids to the park and I didn’t want her to feel like she had to rush back to make dinner for our lazy asses.”

My chest shook with a silent laugh.

I checked the time. There was still a couple of hours before some of the brothers would show up and start sniffing around for food.

Mason came in and went directly to the fridge. Pulling out a beer, he walked over and took the seat beside me. He didn’t show it too much on his face, but I could see the fire blazin’ in his eyes. The bottle tilted back and didn’t go upright again until half the beer was down his throat.

“Yes, it has to do withher. And no, I don’t want to fuckin’ talk about it,” he said before we could even question.

“Tonight supposed to be your night with him?” I asked referring to his son.

“Yes,” he said through gritted teeth.

My head nodded once. I didn’t need to ask anything else. If he was here, drinking beer at this time of day, then I knew that his baby mama was causing shit.

“So I was talking to Chris,” Mouse said, wisely changing the subject, “and he thinks it wouldn’t be a bad idea to put a kitchen in the bar.”

I took a long sip of coffee while I thought about the idea.

“Maybe just get a cook in there for the weekends,” he went on. “Since the place has been picking up with the locals coming in more the last few months.”

“Might not be a bad idea,” I agreed.

“Not anything too fancy. Simple menu. Typical bar food type of stuff.”

“Oh, nachos,” Sketch said as he walked in and headed to the refrigerator. “Bitches love nachos.”

He grabbed the creamer then went to make himself a cup of coffee, pouring enough creamer in it to make me want to gag.

“Is that all you ever think about?” Mouse asked and I knew he didn’t expect an answer back.

“What’s life without bitches’ screaming your name?” Sketch replied with a smirk as he took a seat at the table. “I don’t mind them easy. Hell, if all I have to do is buy a chick some nachos to get in her pussy, then I’d say I got it pretty damn made.”

His fingers interlocked behind his head as he stretched out in the chair.

At this point, I shouldn’t have been surprised by what came out of his mouth. Shaking my head, all I could do was laugh at the dumbass.

“Gotta say, though, rockin’ the cut definitely helps,” he finished up, his hands dropping away from his head to tug at his cut.

“He makes me feel old,” Mason grumbled as he rolled his eyes.

“At least they don’t call you Grandpa,” I grumbled back.

Sketch might seem like a fuck-up that was only here to get laid, but I knew better than anyone else that this club meant the world to him. He was the first to step up and offer to get shit done when it came time. Even when he was a prospect, he never complained about anything. Hell, half the time he did that shit with a smile on his face.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to Chris about the kitchen. See if we can make it worthwhile,” I said getting back on track.

“Remember,” Sketch said as he got to his feet and downed his coffee in one gulp. “Nachos.”

He set his cup in the dishwasher then was gone without another word.

The three of us just shook our heads as he disappeared around the corner.