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Chapter 2: Threats, Tips, and Rodrigo
"What the hell is going on here?" Gus shouted as he ran out from the back followed closely by Clay.
"Tig get off of him," Clay said with a frustrated look. When Creepy, I mean Tig, what a weird name, didn't stop Clay yelled at the other two bikers, "Jax, Juice get him off the guy." When they didn't move he added, "Now!"
The two bikers who I now know as Jax and Juice walk over to Tig, grab his arms and pull him off of what used to look like Kevin. Tig shook the other two off him and leaned down towards Kevin. He said in a chilling voice, "From now on you better keep your hands to yourself if you want to keep them." Then he looked over at me standing behind the counter rubbing my wrist. His eyes look so cold and empty as they stared into mine. Even though I'm shaken, I feel grateful for his interference. He looked back down at Kevin, "You touch her again in any way and it will be the last thing you do." He looked over at Duke and Randy and growled, "Get him out of here."
Randy and Duke wasted no time in picking Kevin up off the floor and makingtheir way outside. They were moving so fast you would have thought the devil was chasing them. I would have found it amusing any other time, but I'm still kind of in shock. As soon as the door to the dinner closed Clay turned to Tig, "What the hell were you thinking? We don't need this shit right now."
"Hey, I was just trying to be an upstanding citizen," Tig shrugged and walked back over to his table picking up his drink. This caused Jax and Juice to laugh and Clay to roll his eyes.
"Nat" someone said causing me to jump. I look over and Gus is starring at me, "What happened?" Gus said
"Kevin was being an ass as usual," was all I could manage to say. I grabbed two rags from under the counter, one I slightly wet, and the other I took to the ice machine. I wrapped some ice in it making it into an ice pack. Ignoring the looks I was getting I walked over to the biker Tig. The entire time he watched me as I approached him. "Here," I said as I handed him the items. "Thank you." I said looking in his eyes which seemed to warm up one or two degrees since the idiots left. When he didn't reply I turned and walked back behind the counter.
"Can I get some water over here?" Mr. Gregory asked looking up from his newspaper. He spoke as if the incident with Kevin was a normal occurrence.
"Sure thing," I said trying to act like everything was normal. While I started to get Mr. Gregory's water I noticed Jax and Juice go back to their table. As I started to walk over to Mr. Gregory's table Gus stopped me. "You alright there Nat?" he said starring at my wrist which is starting to bruise.
"I'm alright, I promise," I said giving him a small smile, continuing on my way. After making sure I was alright Gus headed back into the back followed by Clay. As I reached Mr. Gregory's table he smiled up at me. "Here you go," I say.
"Are you really alright Natalie?" he asks me with concern filled eyes.
"Yes, do you mind if I sit with you for a little while?" I asked my voice sounding shaky. It's not every day I see someone get their face rearranged.
"Of course my dear, you can help me finish this crossword," he said smiling at me causing me to laugh lightly. So for twenty minutes Mr. Gregory and I worked on his crossword. I only got up once to refill the bikers drinks. Occasionally I would look up to see Creepy starring at me, but the moment my eyes met his he would look away. Him and the other bikers haven't spoken to me only saying, "thank you" when I gave them new drinks. The only sounds in the dinner were Mr. Gregory and me discussing the crossword clues, and the biker's quite conversation.
"Alright let's get out of here," Clay said as he came from the back. As soon as he spoke the bikers were up and out of their seats. "Thanks Gus, see ya in a few days." With those parting words all four bikers walked out. As Creepy was walking out he looked back at me with a smirk, he winked at me causing me to blush, which made him laugh as he walked out the door. A few moments later the rumble of their engines started, the sound fading as they drove away from the dinner.
I looked over at Gus who was standing at the counter starring at me. I can tell that he is troubled because his forehead is creased and he is wearing a frown. This can't be good, Gus only frowns when something is wrong and he can't fix it. "Excuse me Mr. Gregory I have a table to clean up." I say as I get up from Mr. Gregory's table.
"That's quite alright my dear I have to get going myself," he says as he pulls out his wallet.
"Now Mr. Gregory you know your money is no good here," I say frowning at him. "All you have had is a couple cups of coffee and water, which can't be healthy," I tease.
"You sound just like my daughter," he laughs as he lays a ten and a five dollar bill on the table.
"I can't take this," I say as he starts to walk towards the door.
"Of course you can," he says with a smile. As he opens the door he calls over his shoulder, "See you tomorrow Natalie, Gus."
I can't help but sigh at that sweet old man, he is like surrogate grandfather. I don't know what I would do without him.
I pick up Gregory's cup, glass, and money. As I walk over to the counter I can see Gus is still starring at me. I walk behind the counter and put the glasses in a tub used to bus the tables, and then walk over to the cash register. I put both the ten and five in. "You know that five is for you, why do you always put it into the register?" Gus asks me.
"Because I feel like it," I say grabbing a spray bottle, some rags, and the dirty dishes tub. Gus walks over to the register pulls the five dollar bill back out and hands it to me. I glare at him but Gus just shakes his head and laughs before walking into the kitchen. I walk over to the bikers table to start cleaning it and see the rags I had given Creepy. Even though I know his name is Tig, Creepy just seems a better fit. I put the glasses in the tub, and then I use the rag that had the ice in it to pick up the bloody rag that was used to wipe off his hand. As I reach towards the plate that I put Creepy's cigarette out on I see a twenty and a ten dollar bill. I put the money in my pocket till I can put it in the register, and spray the table and wipe it down. I pick up the tub and once again head behind the counter making a detour by the register to put the money inside. I now make my way into the kitchen with the dirty glasses.
"Just put those in the sink I'll take care of them," Gus called over his shoulder. He was standing over the stove probably trying to make some new concoction. More like science projects then food, but its always fun to see what he comes up with. "You can go ahead and head home now if you want, I'm thinking of closing early tonight."
"Are you sure, I can stay awhile longer?" I ask we never close early except on holidays. Something definitely is wrong here.
"Yes I'm sure," he says, "Oh here I want you to take this home with you to try. Have it for diner and tell me if you liked it tomorrow," he says looking excited.
"Alright," I say taking the take home box cautiously; seriously you never know what he makes. One time I swear I thought the "new dish" that he made was going to walk off of the plate. In fact he called it Gus's tasty walking chicken, well he got the walking part right. "Do you want me to wake Ava up on my way out?"
He laughs and says, "No, I'll do it. You would think she would realize that we know that checking her emails and looking over the "books" doesn't take four hours."
"She just likes to think she's being sneaky. She loves her naps," I laugh. "Well goodnight then Gus."
"Night Nat, we'll see you tomorrow." Gus says as he waves me off turning back to the stove.
I walk out front and grab my bag from under the counter. I then begin the process of navigating through my purse to find my keys. Man I really need to clean out this thing; I have gum in here that I bought two months ago, old receipts, hard candy that I stuck in here last Halloween no wait they're cough drops, oh hey my missing lip gloss. Finally I find my keys and start walking out the door. My 1989 Chevy Camaro is parked up close. Its forest green and breaks down more than it runs, but it's my baby. I named him Rodrigo, I'm weird I know. I unlock the car, get in, and now I am going to hope and pray he will start up. And I guess it's my lucky day he started after two tries.
I finally get to make my way towards home; I've kept it exactly the way my parents left it. I just couldn't sell it. It has three bedrooms and two baths, a decent size kitchen, a garage, and a pool in the back. My favorite place though is the front yard; there is a huge tree that is perfect to sit under on warm days and nights, it sits next to the garden my mother kept. It's big for just one person, but it's the only place I actually feel safe. I pull up in front of my house and see someone I didn't expect. Someone I haven't seen since my parents funerals.
