Lena's Happily Ever After [The Town of Pearl 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Dixie Lynn Dwyer Read Free Book Online Page A

She had an interview at Rocky’s Bar and Pub yesterday, and after one look at her body, Rocky hired her on the spot. The outfit was a bit wild and short, but when she visited on a Wednesday during the week, it was so crowded she knew that tips would be really good. She spoke to one of the waitresses, Stella, and she told her the average money she made in tips was about five to six hundred for a Friday or Saturday night. The other plus was that Rocky was willing to hire her without any identification and completely off the books. She had lied about her last name the night Kenny and the Sheriff caught her outside of Doc’s office. They never said anything about it and she wasn’t about to bring it up. She was twenty-one and old enough to work the bar scene. She was used to working the bar, but Rocky wanted her serving drinks and delivering food to hungry patrons. They mostly served bar food and sandwiches. These were the typical munchies people wanted as they drank themselves into a stupor. She thought about Sage again and wondered if she was still working at the restaurant in Detroit. She hoped that Ariel and the guys hadn’t stopped her. Sage was weak, and she needed guidance. If Lena made enough money, maybe she’d go back for Sage and bring her out of Detroit.
    Tonight was going to be Lena’s first night working, and she asked Doc if she could leave early.
    “You sure you want to work there, honey? There are always fights going on and people getting drunk. My son Kenny and the sheriff, Wyatt, get called there often.”
    “I really need to work so I can start paying for things. I can’t allow you, Will, Frank, and Abigail to take care of me financially. I will be fine, Doc. I’ve worked as a bartender in some of the toughest places in Detr—” She stopped talking. That was her past life. This was her new life.
    “You were going to say Detroit? Is that where you lived?” he asked.
    “Lived? I don’t think that would be the best term for it, Doc. I’d say more like survived, because if I didn’t get out of there, I’d be dead right now. I’m going to take the bike, okay?”
    “I can drive you or call one of the guys.”
    “No. I need to do this, and I like the exercise. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “Be safe, Lena.”
    She headed outside and got onto her bike. She carried a small bag that had her uniform in it, which consisted of a short jean miniskirt and a low-cut tank top that said “Rocky’s” across the bust. It may as well have said “Hooters” because her boobs were big and the shirt was mighty small. She didn’t worry about it. She hoped that tonight she made some serious money.
     
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    Doc Jones stopped by to see Bryant.
    “I told you not to come by here.”
    “This place is a fucking mess, Bryant. When was the last time you cleaned?”
    “None of your business.”
    “Bryant you need to come into the office for X-rays and to schedule more rehab.”
    “Why bother? I’m all fucked up, and it doesn’t matter.”
    “It does matter. If you would continue to do the exercises, then you would feel better. Drinking yourself into oblivion is not going to help you heal.”
    “I like drinking myself into oblivion. Just leave me alone.”
    “You look like you haven’t slept in a while. Are you in pain?” his father asked as he walked around the room, trying to pick up some of the garbage.
    “I can’t sleep with that new neighbor living a few yards away. What the fuck is that all about anyway?”
    “It’s about helping a young woman who was living on the streets. She’s a real nice young lady. She’s been working hard at the office and now at Rocky’s.”
    “Rocky’s? What the hell? If you all really gave a shit about her, you wouldn’t throw her to the wolves like that.”
    “I’m not happy about it, but she’s trying to make money so she can take care of herself. She doesn’t have any family.”
    “Well, you should adopt her and leave me the fuck alone. Get