Monsters' Gift (Crude Hill High #2) - Sam Crescent Page 0,86
months. It had all changed with Emily’s dad.
Pushing those thoughts to one side, I tried not to worry about the client who wanted to talk about my first course. I’d been offered the chance to do the first courses at the restaurant, which was a big deal for me. Now someone had a complaint. That was why they called out the chefs, right?
I felt sick to my stomach.
I didn’t want to lose this job. It wasn’t my dream, but it was the next best thing. Cooking food was my life. It was what brought me so much joy and how I tried to make Emily happy.
The client had decided to sit in the VIP section of the restaurant. It was rather dark, and I noticed not many people were around.
Approaching the table number I’d been given, I saw a man in the shadows.
“Hi, I’m Ash— I mean, Harper Coast. You wanted to see me?”
All of a sudden, something covered my mouth. I couldn’t shout or scream. Everything was muffled and going dark quickly. The man in the corner came into sight and I knew who he was.
Earl Valentine.
What the fuck did he want with me?
Everything went black.
Author Note:
Crude Hill High will return with Ashley’s book. I’m so excited to share her and Earl’s story with you. It will be an older man tale, which I love. After their story, I will be heading back to school, where lots of people are calling for their stories to be told.
James opened the doors to the old, abandoned building. It was large with four floors with plenty of room on the ground floor for them to have a bar, church, kitchen, sitting room, games room, and a couple of other rooms as well. The place needed a lot of work, but with the right vision and plenty of cash, James saw it being a dream for what the MC wanted. They were Dirty Fuckers, and his brother Leonard had decided they should be known as the Dirty Fuckers MC. They were all best friends, and most of them had grown up together in foster care or some of them were runaways.
Each of them had gotten by through working their skills from fighting to fucking. James trusted each of his brothers with his very life. They were not the kind of MC club that dealt guns or drugs, or did illegal shit. They were a bunch of vicious men who’d gotten their name because they dealt in sex and fights. Each of them had worked for Ned Walker at some point, yet none of them had stayed, and that was going back a good five years. They were together forming their own family, united in their loyalty to each other.
“What the fuck is this place?” Drake asked, coming in behind him.
There were only a couple of brothers who’d followed him to the clubhouse. Some of the brothers were unsure of settling down in one place, but James saw the value in setting down his roots, even if it was strange to him. His brother Leonard, or Pixie as he liked to be called, had also come along with him. James didn’t blame him for preferring Pixie. What kind of name was Leonard? His little brother—of a few seconds—had gotten bullied for it through school, but James had always been there to stick up for him. “This place is fucking brilliant.” They were the same age, but they were not identical in anyway.
Smiling, James touched the walls.
“How can this place be fucking brilliant? It’s falling apart?” Caleb asked, touching the wall.
“Structurally it’s sound. There’s not a problem with the main building. Everything inside needs a touch of love.” James looked around him at the potential. This place was perfection. “Think about it, men. This is going to be our place to put down roots.”
The Skulls and Trojans were known for putting down their roots, and it was time for the Dirty Fuckers.
“This is going to drain funds,” Drake said.
“We’ve got more than enough to build this place up. Once we get set up we can open up the bar, have a diner off the main floor, and this back part is the main part of our club. We’ll start making money, and we’re investing a