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I’m busy serving at around 8:30 p.m. when a woman who had come into the diner in what can nearly be described as her underwear asks for a second order of chicken curry. One of Brian’s famous dishes. Many of the diners love the curry when Brian puts it on the menu. I think nothing of it apart from the fact that she is very thin to be ordering a second meal when she’s hardly finished the first one.

Taking the meal over, I place it onto the table in front of her and pick up the plate that is cold. As I turn to walk away, she picks the plate up and throws the meal all over the front of me. I’m shocked that she’s done it but I quickly rush into the staff area as the hot curry is sticking to my skin.

I rip off the t-shirt, apron and pants which are dripping with hot curry, and run the cold tap to cool my skin. I need to stop it burning, or it’ll blister and I’ll end up in emergency getting burns treated.

I can hear screaming and shouting in the dining area, but I concentrate on myself. A few minutes later Shelby rushes into the room, takes in the fact that I’m in my underwear and rushes to the cabinet where we keep clean t-shirts and aprons.

“Let me get a pair of my leggings from the office, Rory. Is it going to cause blisters? If so, I’ll get you to the hospital. I’m going to speak to the MC about her. She’s a club woman, and she was screaming like an idiot about you taking one of the men. Geez, they are all fucking idiots because none of them will get a relationship with a brother of the club. I don’t think so, anyway. I’ve not known a club woman in the past become an old lady, so I’m not sure it’ll happen anytime in the future.” Shelby hands me the leggings, t-shirt, and a tube of burn cream.

“Thanks, Shelby. I wasn’t expecting her to do that, so I wasn’t ready. I don’t even know who she is, and if I need to I’ll go to that club and demand an explanation of why this is allowed to happen,” I snap, and when I see Shelby smirking I stop placing cream on my chest which is where most of the curry hit and frown at her.

“Can I go with you, you know, to watch you rip them all a new one?” Shelby giggles and I look at her shocked. What the hell is wrong with her?

“Okay, you can come with me, and we are closing up early, or you are leaving Brian on his own. Come on,” I don’t mess around. I grab my vehicle keys and head outside. I can hear Brian shouting that he’ll call Jayne to help as she lives the closest.

Walking into the clubhouse of the MC, I’m surprised to see Truck sitting on a bar stool with a beer in one hand. He looks startled when he sees me, placing his glass down and rushing toward me.

I hold my hand up to stop him getting too close, and snarl. “Who is in charge? I want to speak to the man in charge.”

“I’m the man in charge…”

Turning to see Tracker, of course, I’d forgotten he was, as I asked, the man in charge.

“Okay, so as the man in charge, can you tell me why one of your club women came into the diner and threw curry all over me? Then bellowed throughout the diner that I wasn’t allowed to see one of the brothers of the club, because you are all theirs and they are keeping you?”

Tracker looks at me, then Shelby who is standing behind me, tapping her foot with her arms folded across her chest. She has, however, the biggest grin on her face I’ve ever seen.

Now, the change in the man's stance is a little frightening. Truck is glaring around the room at any of the women he can see. Most of them are in underwear or what looks like underwear.

“Who?” Tracker asks.

Shelby steps forward and responds, “Flick.”

“Get Flick out here now. Are you okay?” Truck asks.

I give him a nasty look. “Is this what happens when any of you find a woman you want to go out with, date, or just have an occasional meeting with? Is this what this club is all about? I’m thinking twice about us seeing each other now, Truck.”

“Fuck that, Rory,” Truck snaps as he turns to scowl at Tracker.

Flick walks into the room behind the man who fetched her, swaying her hips, obviously thinking she’s being called for service. Yeah, I’m being bitchy and spiteful, but I have the right at this point. When she sees me and Shelby her attitude changes significantly.

“Flick, you went into the diner, caused a scene, threw food at a server, and you think that’s going to keep you here?” Tracker snarls.

Now, he’s very frightening at this point, and I can’t take my eyes off him, even though Truck is doing his best to speak to me and gain my full attention.

“Pres…” Flick attempts to speak.

“Did I tell you that you could speak? Shut your trap. You could have seriously injured Rory by throwing hot food on her.”

Flick is giving me a nasty look at this point. Shelby, however, has lost her calm. She steps forward and I mean right into Flick who has to take a step back. “You threw hot curry all over my staff member. She could have ended up in the emergency room with severe burns, but you don’t care do you, slut…”

I turn away from the argument when Truck steps directly in front of me, taking my attention from everything except him. “Are you okay? Do you need to see Scalpel?”

Now, I’m calming down some I pick up little bits of what is being said behind Truck. *This is your last warning, and I mean all of you. One more thing and you are all gone*

“No, I have burn cream on that Shelby gave me,” I reply, but lean to the right so I can see what’s happening behind him.

*Pres, we didn’t do anything, Pres*