Harley had taken her 69’ Mustang down to the bar and parked it around the back. She loved the Saints bar, mostly because he dad had loved it so much. She’d started working there when she was sixteen and she’d work there on and off since then. Most the guys told her that she was the best bartender. Not only did she know how to make some of the best drinks, but she wasn’t afraid to kick someone out or get between two huge tatted up bikers to break up a fight. What her father had yet to tell Jaxon or Eli was that he was leaving the bar to Harley.
She unlocked the back door and pushed it open. The Bar had been closed for the last week for remodeling. She turned on the lights and sighed when she saw what it looked like, it was exactly how her father had explained it and tears rimmed her eyes. Harley held herself together when people were watching, however when she was alone everything seemed to be a million times worse. She tried to act like losing her father wasn’t killing her, but it was tearing her apart. That’s why she rarely went to visit him anymore it was too much for her to handle.
The Delgado family had never really had bad luck, but over the past few years they’d had the worst luck. Eli had lost his family, she’d lost Ben, and now she was losing her father. She made her way through the bar, putting down the stools and chairs, before she came across clothes that looked like they belonged to Mimi. She rolled her eyes already having figured out what was going on. Above the bar there was a small apartment that her friend Mimi occupied rent free, her job was simple she was the full time bartender. Often times however she took guys up to her room after the bar closed.
Harley made her way upstairs, knocking on the door but with no answer she sighed. “I really fucking hope your decent Mimi.” She called through the door before pushing it open only to find her friend dead in a pool of her own blood. “Shit. Mimi.” Harley breathed.
It honestly didn’t surprise her, simply because of the guys that Mimi was always taking up stairs. Ex-convicts and criminals on the run, Harley shook her head before realizing that the blood was fresh. She pulled her gun from her waistline as she glanced around the room. She wasn’t taking any chances if the person was still there. However she figured whoever killed her had to of run off the second they did it, especially seeing as they were on Saints land. She pulled out her phone, dialing Jaxon’s number to have him get rid of the body.
Almost as soon as Veronica had stormed out of the kitchen, Jaydon had sauntered in. However she looked pale and weak and he could guarantee she hadn’t eaten in quite some time. He watched as she went straight to the fridge.
"Aww, trouble in paradise?" she asked with a fake pout and he rolled his eyes. There’d never been a paradise with Ronnie, there marriage had been a mistake, but Eli wasn’t a quitter and he’d stupidly made the mistake of marrying her, so he was paying the consequences. "I'm guessing she's pissed because she can't push you around? I'm telling you, get the bitch a dog. One of those little yappy ones she can dress up and cart around in her purse." She suggested and Eli couldn’t help but laugh. [b]"Her need to control every waking moment of someone's life will be filled and she'll never bother you again. Maybe I should try it with Jax. Which to you think he'll like better, a chihuahua or a shih tzu?"
It was nice to carry on a conversation with someone other than Jaxon, the arrogant bikers, or Veronica. Jaydon was the youngest however she sometimes seemed even more mature then her older brothers. He got along a lot better with Jaydon, because just like him she didn’t sugar coat things and she did what she wanted. He saw a lot of himself in her, before he’d had to grow up and face the cruel reality of the world they lived in.
“That’s a brilliant suggestion Jae.” He smirked. “But, I’d rather not sacrifice a poor dog, for my own selfish need to escape the wicked witch.” He said honestly as he watched her eat her apple. “As far as Jax, he’s definitely a Shih tzu kind of guy.” He shrugged.
He’d always felt a stronger connection with Jaydon, he’d just always ignored it, because he knew it wasn’t right and they didn’t needed something that fucked up, they had enough shit to deal with. He made his way over to the chair pushing into the island counter in the center of his kitchen and pulled it out gesturing for her to sit down.
“Why don’t you let me make you something to eat.” He smirked. “You know I’m a damn good cook.” He chuckled. “Plus you look like you could use it, skin and bones isn’t a good look for you.” He said holding her eyes.