Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
A fight had introduced him to Lucien and the Devil Daddies. What had seemed like the worst day of his life had led to this new world. When he had taken a chance and showed up battered and bruised at Inferno asking to see Lucien, the shrewd business owner had invited him up to his office. It turned out Lucien needed someone unafraid of hard work and willing to tell him the truth regardless of what Lucien wanted to hear.
Scythe waved a hand to acknowledge the greetings of MC brothers and customers as he drove through the lot. He backed into the reserved strip of parking places where all the Devil Daddies left their bikes and went inside. Rocking music greeted him as he walked through the side door. Scythe headed for the entrance to see if Wraith needed his help.
“Hey,” Wraith greeted him.
The bulky biker was a force to be reckoned with in any skirmish. He also had amazing instincts when it came to working the door. Scythe answered him with a nod before greeting the curvy woman at his side. “Hi, Caroline.”
“Hi, Scythe. You’re less frowny today,” she observed with a smile.
“I’ll try to cultivate a meaner persona.” He scowled fiercely at Caroline, making her giggle and two men at the door take a step back.
Wraith waved them forward. “No worries about Scythe. He’s already met his quota today. You’re safe unless you cause problems.”
“We just want a beer and some nachos,” one customer assured Wraith as he kept his eyes on Scythe like he would strike at any moment.
“Enjoy!” Caroline urged, and the men hurried by, giving Scythe a wide berth.
“You know by the end of the night the rumor of me slaughtering all the members of a frat house will be everywhere,” Scythe said.
“Way to maintain the mystique of the Devils,” Wraith said.
Scythe shook his head. “Need me here?”
Wraith patted Caroline’s thigh. “My trainee and I have this under control. Want to come give us a dinner break at seven?” Wraith asked.
“You got it.”
“They needed some help at the back bar if you’re looking for a place to jump in.”
“I’ll head that way. See you at seven.”
Customers slammed the smaller bar. Scythe slid behind the counter and started putting together the servers’ orders. Thankfully, beer and margaritas filled the vast majority of the requests. Those were easy to dispense into a glass to send the customers on their way. He could make fancy drinks, but they took more time.
“Scythe? We’re running out of stock. Could you take those muscles and grab some liquor for us?” Sherry asked. The cheerful bartender was a staple at Inferno. She’d been there from the very beginning.
“You got it, Sherry. I’ll hurry.”
“You’re a gem. Here.” She tossed him the keys to the storage room.
Scythe ducked under the counter to head for the backroom. He quickly gathered all the bottles Sherry needed and loaded two buckets with the booze. He stepped out into the hallway, set the containers down, and locked the door.
“Hey, young man. I’ve been looking for you.”
Scythe turned to see a man dressed in a suit that had to cost as much as a bachelorette party’s bar bill. A lawyer. Automatically, he scowled.
“It’s been a long time since someone called me a young man,” he answered. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to get this stock to the bar.”
The man stepped in front of him. “This will take five minutes.” He held out a card.
“Sorry. I’m on the clock,” Scythe told him.
“Better five minutes here than ten years in jail. Take my card.” He dropped it into one bucket. “You’ll want my contact information. You are to stay away from East Elementary School.”
“Ten years in jail, huh? For what?”
“Endangering children and trespassing on private property,” the man answered.
“I see. You’re working for Adam Young?” Scythe asked. Inwardly, he saluted the superintendent. He had acted immediately and had paid enough to get a lawyer to Inferno in the course of a couple of hours—after the office closed. On someone else, this attempt to intimidate might be effective.
“That is privileged information,” the lawyer said.
“Gotcha. Currently, you’re on private property. Allow me to walk you to the front door,” Scythe said evenly. He would never allow this man to guess this crappy move bothered him.
Scythe lugged the two heavy buckets with ease through the crowd, making sure the lawyer followed him. When he reached Wraith, Scythe set down one container and pointed to a spot above the entrance. “Could you read that notice there?”
Automatically, the man glanced up. When he saw the device and the sign stating, You are on camera, he looked immediately down. Too late, they had a clear picture of him. Scythe checked his watch for the time before addressing Wraith.
“This guy is threatening to put me in jail for ten years. Can you add him to the banned list?”