1 Meeting - Part I

Deacons POV

"Business has been good in my absence I take it?" I asked my brother as I straightened my jacket.

"There was an issue and I had to fill the position quickly.

"Damnit Alex! One rule!" I snapped.

"Just go in and check her out... at least her work and see what you think after that. He laughed. I'm sure she'll more than meet all your requirements for a new waitress. From everything I've been told she doesn't exactly get along with the rest of the waitresses we have, in fact they all seem to hate her."

"Great, so you hired a girl, riled up everyone and now I have to deal with the fallout."

"Deacon, just give it a chance, maybe you'll find out that she was the perfect hire for right now."

At Club

I sat watching the security cameras in my office as business began picking up. Watching the waitresses file in for the evening, one caught my eye. Her long red hair and her simple clothing made her stand out even more. The rest of the evening I found myself glued to the monitors watching her. She had me hypnotized by her smile and her movements.

As the end of the night approached, I recomposed myself, knowing that I had business to handle. With a grunt of frustration I heaved myself out of my chair, exited my office and headed towards the bar. "Trey, I see that the night has been busy as usual."

"Always, the new girl has helped that a lot as well, lots of return customers since she started."

"That's unfortunate, Alex shouldn't have hired her, now I have to do what I have to do."

"Damn shame, maybe I'm speaking out of my place, but if you don't have to then I wouldn't. She's different from the rest of the girls, she's kind."

"But she's over there in the corner if you absolutely have to. Her name is Mia by the way." He laughed, as he walked back into the kitchen.

"Trey!" I called, then waited for him to poke his head back out. Give her whatever her last order was for herself.

"A medium burger and curly fries coming up!"

"She has good taste." I laughed loudly. "Such a simple order."

Looking into the corner of the room I was completely mesmerized, she was smiling as she gently swayed her hips to the music. 'God, would I feel her hips fall into my hands while we dance.'

"Trey, I'm all done for the night." Her voice sang lightly.

"And this is for you." He laughed, sliding the plate across the counter at her.

"I told you already, I didn't have money to eat tonight Trey. I'll just heat up some left overs when I get home."

"Yeah and you've said that for the last three days as well. Anyways, this one is on the house. Boss orders. So sit and eat."

"Boss' order huh?" She laughed.

"Yes, Boss' orders." I cut in. "Please enjoy the meal."

Her attention immediately turned towards me. "You must be Mr. Lombardi." She whispered, looking down at the counter.

"My name is Deacon, you seem to have already met my brother."

"Yes." She smiled brightly and my god was it the most beautiful thing I could have ever imagined. "Please thank him again for me, this job saved me more than anyone can even start to imagine."

"Well...then we have a small problem. See, Alex, does not have the ability to hire anyone. So you can see what my problem is correct?"

"Oh...I guess I can see the problem." She answered softly, reaching into her apron. "Then I should probably leave this here with you. I don't want any problems."

Carefully I watched as this beautiful angel sat what looked to be probably three or four hundred dollars in tips on the bar between us. "No, those are definitely yours, you earned them." I smiled.

"Thank you." She whispered as she started to walk away.

"Hey, wait...could I walk you home? I mean you do seem to be the last one here."

"No, no, no, I swear Ill be fine." She rushed out, before bolting from the building.

I followed her, stopping as she entered what was probably the absolutely shittiest motel within blocks. "No, she, she can't live here." I whispered to myself. "She just can't."