Chapter Fifteen
Eagle
The Iron Norsemen spend every Wednesday night at The Cajun. It’s been a tradition for the last ten years. The old ladies put out quite the spread: gumbo, jambalaya, and all-you-can-eat crawfish. We split the profits with my aunt. All the money the MC raises gets added to the widows fund to support the families of deceased members.
I carry the last of the aluminum hot plates inside and set it up on the buffet bar, then plug it in. There’s a flurry of activity between the kitchen and the bar area. The girls are busy making everything look nice. Its six o’clock already, but the crowd doesn’t usually get here until seven. After I finish helping, I stalk over to my regular table on the far side of the room.
The Cajun is your typical beach bar, the wood walls decorated with bras from women who’ve gotten drunk enough to shed their tops and give us a look at their tits. Aunt Birdie always rewards them with a fifty-dollar bar tab. We even have an international VIP wall, where women from Italy, Brazil, Spain, Ireland, and Japan have added to the collection. There’s two pool tables, a classic pinball machine, an electronic dart board, and an outdoor patio. We refinished the concrete floor last year and added two floor drains.
All in all, it’s like a second home. I used to sneak in here with my grandfather after school, barely tall enough to see over the edge of the wood bar. I’d order a beer, and Birdie would slide a supersized root beer down the counter with a thick straw in it. Once I finished, I’d leave a quarter tip for my auntie. She’d collect it and drop it in her glass jar and thank me.
“Everything looks great,” my aunt says, staring at me.
“What?”
“I’ve been worried since you came in here the other afternoon. Where’s that pretty girl you told me about? I thought you’d bring her in to meet me.”
I lick my lips in anticipation of tomorrow. Yeah, I’d like Serafina to be at my side right now, too. Not that we’d stay here long. I want her in my bed. I envision her long black hair fanned out across my pillows and those slim legs wrapped around my waist while I jackhammer inside of her. Then, after I convince her I’m what she needs, I’ll take her out.
“Eagle?”
“Sorry, Aunt Birdie. I’m distracted.”
“Yeah.” She chuckles. “It’s good to see you interested in a woman again.”
“Take it easy,” I say, kissing her cheek. “I’m going to take this slow. I’m not expecting anything. I need to spend some quality time alone with her first. Okay?”
She gives me a bear hug. “An auntie can hope, right? I’d like to see you settled with some kids before I die.”
“Hey.” I hate when she talks that way. “You’re going to outlive all of us.”
“Only to spite you.”
* * *
Sheila, the only waitress my aunt employs, brings me a shot of whiskey. I thank her and slam it, ready for another.
The rest of the club arrives over the next hour and before I know it, the jukebox is going and I’m up and entertaining the regular customers. Henry Cormier, one of Birdie’s beaus, is arguing with an out-of-towner about the proper way to talk Cajun.
I wander off, hoping to grab a bowl of jambalaya. There’s a long line at the buffet, but I don’t care. The aroma of spices and fresh seafood always gets my attention. I pick up a plate and a set of silverware rolled in a napkin. There’s twenty people in front of me.
Just as I’m getting close to the food, my phone rings. It’s Serafina. I put the plate and utensils down on a table and answer as I head for the hallway in the back, where it’s reasonably quiet. “What’s up, beautiful?”
“Just wanted to make sure we’re still meeting up tomorrow.”
Hearing her voice makes my cock hard. That’s what she does to me—it’s fucking crazy. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
“Where are you?” she asks. “I hear music in the background.”
“At my aunt’s bar in Holly Beach.”
“Is it busy?”
“The crowd trickles in all night long. You all right, Serafina?” She’s not as animated as she usually is. Did something happen?
“Yeah, why?”
“You sound different.”
