Crow: Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects
Giving in, I turn the faucet off and place my hands onto the ceramic sink and look at my reflection. I’ve never felt anything for anyone before, certainly not whatever this is. Every time I pass by this place I look for Maybelline, I want to get a rise out of her just so she won’t forget me, but deep down I know I’m going to be the asshole at the end of this. A nice guy would set things clear and stay away, keep to the pussy at the club and not get involved with a sweet little thing like Maybelline.
Running my hands across my face, a deep sigh deflates my entire body. But I’m not a nice guy, if anything, I’m becoming more of a shit-head with every passing day I live here. The mercy I used to portray was a façade and I actually don’t give a shit about doing the right thing. Unless… it comes to Maybelline.
I’m becoming a King, an outlaw, and it’s settling bone-deep, there’s no turning back and I’m just going to have to make Maybelline see that even though there’s a darkness blackening my soul, she’s safe with me.
Coming back into the kitchen, Maybelline has the oven open, inspecting the muffins.
“Close it, you’re letting the heat out and messing up the time they need to be in there.”
She jerks around as if she’d been caught, the apple of her cheeks still red from our session on the counter. Glancing over to where we just fucked, I can see the prints of her ass cheeks on the stainless steel.
“I can’t help it, I’m nervous they’ll burn.” She squats, peeking into the oven with the inside light on.
“They won’t.”
She looks over my shoulder with innocent brown eyes, and the memory of her moaning causes a smirk to pull at my face. Fuck, I just want to take her to bed in my trailer. Let it fucking rain all day so just her and I can get to know each other, both of us naked and nowhere to go. But I’d sound like a pussy if I said that out loud, so I clear my throat and break eye contact. Opening the fridge, I look for something to drink, spotting a gallon of milk in the back.
“By the way, thank you for standing up for my sister,” she says. I smile at her like the fucking joker. It feels good to be her hero.
“So, is there anything else you need for tomorrow?”
Her eyes look to the side deep in thought.
“No, I think it’s just the muffins which look like they’ll be less burned than my usual batches.” Humor in her voice.
Heading out of the kitchen, I grab my cut off the hook by the register and shrug it on. She follows me, placing her back to the register and crossing her arms. I can tell her brain is overthinking everything right now and I want to reassure her everything is going to be okay. I grab her by the chin and force her to look up at me as my phone rings. Shit. Sliding it out of my pocket, I glance at the caller ID. Why are they calling?
“I gotta go, club business.” I give a chaste kiss to her sweet mouth and drop my hand. “Don’t take the muffins out until the timer goes off and keep the door closed!”
Pushing the door open to the café, the sound of crickets and hot dewy air coats my senses.
My hand rests on the bulge the cell phone makes in my pocket and confusion pulls at my chest.
Looking back inside the café at Maybelline, the thought of going back in there crosses my mind, and that when I realize I’m not so sure where my loyalties bleed anymore.
10
Maybelline
I’ve had two customers today and they both ordered a muffin and coffee. It took everything I had not to ask them to eat it in front of me so I could see with my own eyes that I actually baked something and didn’t burn it. Leaning against the counter, I can’t help but look out the window from across the shop waiting for Crow’s motorcycle to go by. It’s been quiet the last couple hours which is normal, I don’t get a ton of business but I think that’s how Chaos wants it. Just enough to keep eyes from straying toward the club, but not a lot to draw attention that way either. Either way, I’m enjoying it and it’s paying the bills. God, who would have thought I would have accepted a deal from the Kings, or sleep with one nonetheless. Who am I? Who is this girl? I don’t even know anymore. The last few days I’ve surprised myself with my actions and words, it’s as if who I really am has been suppressed because I’ve been so busy caring for Dime and trying to be a mother, father, and sister. Maybelline was buried, but Crow… something about him is bringing little spurts of me out. Maybe it’s the way we press each other’s buttons or make one another laugh without wanting to. I smile thinking about it. I wonder if he’ll come by here today. I can’t help but be drawn to him. I know he has a darkness in him just like the other Kings but my simplicity meshes with his complicated lifestyle and somehow we work. His darkness to my light. We need each other to get out of bed in the morning. I want to show him I didn’t screw the muffins up.