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I blocked a cop or detective from doing their job.
I’m a hero with an outlaw motorcycle club.
I pissed Linc off.
Linc fucked me… then he licked me…
Oh, he also… spanked me…
“Lots on that mind of yours,” Muffin said. “Food is medicine. Food is religion. Come on, sweet girl.”
Muffin offered a hand that was the size of Nova’s SUV. Nova declined but did follow Muffin into the kitchen of the clubhouse. A heavy aroma of warm tomatoes and garlic hung in the air. Nova felt her nose tingling.
It wasn’t a big kitchen. Watching Muffin in the space was like watching an ogre move through a maze meant for kids three and under.
“First things first,” Muffin said.
He placed two glasses on a stainless steel counter.
He then produced a bottle of whiskey.
“We drink,” Muffin said. “We all need it, right?”
“Yes,” Nova said.
“Cheers to you, sweet girl. You’re a legend around here.”
“So I’ve been told,” Nova said.
“I don’t let many people into my kitchen,” Muffin said as he poured whiskey into each glass. “This is sacred to me. Truth be told, this place keeps me calm. I trade my apron for my leather cut and it’s bad. They know that too. You see me out there riding, working the streets, you know things are bad.”
“That makes me feel so comfortable now,” Nova said.
Muffin laughed. “You have an attitude and an edge. That’s good for this place. Cheers, sweet girl.”
They drank. Empty glasses hit the counter. Muffin put the glasses away.
“Okay, get over here,” Muffin said. “Need you to try this sauce.”
Nova walked around the counter.
Muffin slapped his hand on the counter and nodded. “Jump up. Sit. Relax.”
“There’s no relaxing,” Nova said. “What’s going on out there, Muffin? Is it because of today? Because of me?”
“I cook my sauce with fresh tomatoes,” Muffin said, sidestepping the question. “That’s part of the secret. Then it comes down to the oil and the seasoning.”
Muffin stirred the sauce with a wooden spoon. He scooped a little sampling and held the spoon out. Nova leaned toward the spoon. She carefully exhaled onto the sauce to cool it before tasting. When she did, her eyes popped open with surprise.
“Are you kidding me?” Nova asked. “That’s the best sauce I’ve ever tasted!”
“Good,” Muffin said. “Got something else for you, sweet girl.”
Muffin glided around and tossed a loaf of bread on the counter and cut off a chunk.
“Homemade?” Nova asked.
“Of course. I’m not buying store bread. Please. I’ll rot my body with whiskey and women, but if I can cook it fresh, I’m going to do that.”
