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Chapter Thirty
Peyton
The night was almost over. Eating barbeque wasn’t something I had much experience with, but so far I was enjoying it. At least until the argument started. With Navarro on my left, and Pee bee seated across from me, I felt like I was being attacked from two different directions.
“Just take a bite out of each one and tell us which one’s better,” Navarro said.
“Hold on a fuckin’ minute. Not which one is better,” Pee Bee said. “Which one feels better in your mouth. You know, texture or whatever.”
“Overall,” Navarro said.
“Yeah. What he said. Taste, texture, and if the meat’s all stringy and kinda nasty or tough to eat, don’t be afraid to say so.”
“Just stop,” I shouted. “You two are like a couple of little kids. Hold on.”
They looked the same to me, and I had no idea why they were having me sample ribs. Eating meat off a bone was pretty gross in my opinion, no matter what it was. For the sake of ending their argument, however, I agreed to give it a try.
I bit some of the meat off the rib on the left, chewed it, and swallowed it. It was kind of greasy, but it tasted good. The right rib followed, and the meat wasn’t as easy to chew, but it had great flavor.
I wiped my fingers on the napkin. There was no way to pick. Both were equally gross. I did eeny, meeny, miny, moe and picked up the rib on the right. Pee Bee’s eyes went wide and he smiled from ear to ear.
It wasn’t what I wanted.
I waved the rib in the air. “This one sucked ass.”
Pee Bee’s hand slapped the table. “Fuck!”
“Told you,” Navarro said. He held out his hand. “Pay up, sucka!”
Pee Bee dug in his wallet, and then handed him a $20 bill. “Fuck off. She’s not a rib expert.”
Navarro put the money in his pocket. “She sure picked it.”
Pee Bee glared at me. “Fuckin’ novice.”
I shrugged.
He got up and walked away, leaving Navarro and me sitting alone. Most of the other people were walking around, dancing, or just standing and talking. It was nice to meet more of Navarro’s group. Seeing the men with their girlfriends, wives, or whoever they chose to bring was nice.
“Here, I’ll toss that in the trash for you.”
“Thanks,” I said.
He took my plate and walked toward the trash can, which was up by the building. While he was walking back to the table, two guys stopped him to talk. Five minutes later, when he hadn’t returned, I glanced nervously around the packed parking lot.
Men in vests were everywhere, but it wasn’t solely FFMC’s men. Various other members of clubs were scattered about, talking to each other or just standing and drinking beers alone. I was seated at a group of picnic style tables, and as most people were walking around drinking, I was left sitting alone.
I am in control.
I am safe now.
I looked toward the building, and saw Navarro trying to make his way back to the table. After waving off a few men who tried to get him to talk, he finally sat down beside me at the table.
“Tell me the truth?”
“I’m bound by a promise, remember?”
He chuckled. “Oh, yeah.”
