Hide The Bodies
Raphael stood outside the door to the diner from last night and looked up at the sign. "Scotty's Diner," he said, reading the words that were lit up in bright red cursive writing.
The restaurant as a whole was not what he had ever pictured himself stepping foot in. The white exterior looked more than a little run down, and there were even some spray-painted graffiti tags on the side.
"Just hoping we don't get food poisoning," grumbled Lucien as he opened the door and let the others in first.
"Welcome to Scotty's. Have a seat anywhere, and someone will be right with you," came the voice of a cheerful waitress. Damien looked at her for a second and took in a deep breath. Beneath all of the other scents, he caught the one that he was looking for,
"Human," he said softly under his breath. Dominik grunted and walked toward a booth in the far corner. He could easily see anyone coming up to the table or through the front doors and wouldn't have to worry about someone coming up behind him.
The blonde bounced away, already distracted by a previous table.
Lucien looked down at the tabletop as he and Damien slipped into one side of the faux leather booth while Raphael went and sat beside Dom. His lips curled as he stared at a spot right in front of him. There was no way in hell he was touching anything in this place, let alone eating in it.
"Hi," said a new waitress coming up to the table. "Is there anything I can start you off with, or do you know what you want to order?"
"We just came here to apologize," said Raphael, a charming smile on his face as he looked at the woman in front of him. "My little brother and his friends were bothering the cook here last night, and I thought it was the least I could do to come today and assure him that they would not be back."
The friendly smile on her face faltered for a second as she blinked at him a few times.
"You little brother was bothering the cook last night?" she asked again. Raphael raised an eyebrow. He didn't make a habit of repeating himself, so he didn't bother to answer her question.
"Excuse me," she said. She spun around and headed for the back part of the restaurant before any of them could say another word.
"Paul," they heard the waitress say. "I have some bigshot here that says he had come to apologize for those little shits last night."
"Now, Addy," came the male voice that Raphael had recognized from the night before.
"And for some reason, you didn't think to mention this when you got home?" Damien cringed at how high the waitress' voice was getting, more than grateful to not be on the receiving end of it.
"Addy," said the male.
"Don't you Addy me, Paul. You should have told me!"
"Why? They were nothing more than a bunch of shits trying to impress their girlfriends."
"I don't care. You don't take chances!"
"I am completely fine. Not even a scratch," came the voice of the amused male.
"Did you at least have your gun?"
"I did," he assured her.
"Fine. But I am not letting this matter drop."
"Now, don't you be burning down the world with me still in it, Adaline. All's well that ends well."
There was silence for a moment before the waitress, Adaline, came back out of the kitchen and over to the table.
"Make sure your brother and his friends don't come back, understood?" she demanded, looking the Alpha in the eye without flinching.
Something was different about her.
Raphael took in a discrete breath, trying to get her scent, but besides bacon and coffee, there was nothing.
She was scentless.
Raphael froze when he realized that. He shifted his gaze back and forth between her and the door leading to the kitchen. What were the chances that there would be two scentless people in one run-down restaurant?
"What do you recommend?" asked Damien, his voice cutting through whatever was going on in Raphael's head.
"I'm sorry?" replied Adaline, a look of confusion crossing her face.
"For lunch. What is good here?" he continued, giving her a flirtatious smile.
"Nice try," she said with a smile of her own. "And pretty much everything. But I guess it depends on what you want."
"We'll all have the 64 oz steak, rare, baked potato with sour cream, Caesar salad on the side. Water to drink," said Raphael, not bothering to look at either the menu or the waitress while he was ordering. He had more than enough on his plate and didn't need to add an extra mystery to his already packed schedule.
The waitress simply raised a brow but didn't move to write anything down. "I'm afraid that the biggest steaks we have are 32 oz," she said, tapping the back of her pencil onto her notepad.
"32 plus 32 is 64," said Dominik as he continued to look down at his phone. The pharmaceutical company had yet to respond to his previous email, and now he was getting worried.
"So, to be clear, you each want two 32 oz rare steaks, baked potatoes, and a Caesar salad?" she asked, looking at them like they were stupid.
"And a chocolate milkshake," interjected Damien, the smile on his face never leaving.
She looked at him and nodded her head before walking away to put in their order.
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I was still grumbling under my breath at the fact that Paul didn't think to mention he was stopped by those wolves.
Now, I was not a person that was quick to temper. In fact, almost every cell of my body shied away from causing or being part of a confrontation. However, when I did lose my shit, I had only one phrase to live by; always forgive, never forget, and remember where you put the body.
They wanted to come into my territory and threaten the only person I truly cared about? Then, I would hide their bodies in a place where no one could find them.