THIRD POINT OF VIEW
Nonna blinks a few times, then nods.
“I’m sorry, ma’am.
I will serve the food now.”
Quinn’s sharp gaze shifts from Nonna to Ashley, her eyes lingering for a moment before she hisses and bolts out of the room.
“Is that how she behaves?” Ashley asks as soon as Quinn leaves.
Nonna exhales heavily.
“Apparently… yes.”
”That’s how Mama Warrick behaves.
She’s hot-headed as always — bossy and rude.”
”Her daughters learnt it from her,” Nonna adds, shaking her head mischievously.
“The two girls are her daughters?” Ashley takes a step forward, interested.
“Are they younger or older than Brandon?”
Nonna pauses while arranging plates, then turns to Ashley.
“Brandon is the youngest.
The two girls are twins.
They’re at least five years younger than Master Warrick.”
”Quinn has four kids,” she continues.
“Though Master Warrick is an abandoned child, never cared for.
He practically lived on the street and fought his way to this point in his life.”
Ashley’s brows furrow as she absorbs the raw information about Warrick.
It is the first time she’s hearing anything sympathetic about him.
Everyone seems to have a bad story to tell except Nonna.
“Master Warrick became a prospect just to meet his father back then.
He stayed a prospect for years and did hard labor before he was finally given a patch.
And—”
”Wait….” Ashley interrupts, keenly interested.
“Why wouldn’t his father allow him?
He doesn’t know him?”
”He’s seen him a couple of times but doesn’t really recognize him,” Nonna answers.
“How come?” Ashley leans toward the kitchen cupboard.
“Does he have a different father from Brandon and—?”
Her question dies on her lips as one of the girls walks into the kitchen.
It’s the bigger twin, a natural blonde about five foot two, a little chubby– named Harper.
She stops in front of the fridge, pausing to look at Nonna and Ashley.
Nonna quickly averts her gaze and focuses on dishing out breakfast.
Meanwhile, Ashley locks eyes with Harper, taking her in.
She reaches the dining table and slumps into a chair, shaking her head dramatically.
Quinn notices.”What is it, Harp?” she asks, turning to her daughter.
“Why are you shaking your head?
What happens there?”
”We’re waiting for her to serve breakfast but they’re in there chit-chatting,” Harper says.
“The old bitch?” The other twin, Chloe, pipes up immediately.
Harper nods.
“Yes.”
”She and who?”
”shihh…shash…ash… or whatever Adams says her name is.”
Quinn bites down on her bottom lip, rage rising, but before she can lash out,Nonna emerges from the kitchen carrying a huge tray.
She stops at the table, ignoring the glares from Harper and Chloe, and places their meals in front of them.
Then she steps back to give Ashley room to put down the sauce she prepares.
Ashley steps forward carefully and places the small bowl of sauce at the center of the table.
The aroma drifts across the dining area — rich, warm, inviting.
For a brief second, there is silence.
Everyone at the table watches her.
She is Warrick’s old lady; she isn’t supposed to serve anyone.
But despite Nonna’s pleading, she stubbornly did.
After Ashley places the sauce, Quinn picks up her fork slowly.
Her eyes flicker toward Ashley, a dark smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
Without a word, she takes a bite, and her reaction is immediate.
“God-damn!” she screams, her face twisting in exaggerated disgust.
She drops the fork with a loud clatter against the plate.
“What the hell is this?” Quinn’s angry voice slices through the room.
Nonna stiffens and steps closer.
“I—ma’am… it’s what we have on the menu for breakfast today.”
”Bitch, that’s not what I ask.
This food is too salty,” Quinn sneers.
Ashley’s fingers curl slightly at her sides, but she remains still, watching.
Quinn picks up the plate, her gaze icy as she scans Nonna and Ashley.
“This is disgusting. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
It’s too salty — don’t you both have tongues, for goodness’ sake?”
The next second, she flings the plate.
The food scatters across the floor with a harsh splatter that echoes through the room.
Sauce smears the tiles, and pieces of breakfast slide messily across the polished surface.
Harper gasps, then quickly masks it with a smirk.
Chloe lets out a low laugh.
She pushes her plate aside.
“Come on, grab this also.
I won’t be eating either.”
Nonna’s hands tremble.
She blinks rapidly, trying to make sense of what has just happened.
She has been cooking for Warrick for years, and he has never complained about her skills.
She is sure she tastes the food in the kitchen, and Ashley confirms it is good.
So what is the problem?
She steps forward.
“I—I’m so sorry, ma’am,” she says, her tone dropping.
“I will remake it immediately to your taste.
Just give me a few minutes and I will remake it.”
”Remake it?” Quinn laughs harshly.
“You should be glad I’m not having you arrested for attempted murder.
This is clearly food poisoning.”
She stand up sharply, towering over Nonna.
“Go inside right now, pack your things, and leave the house.
You’re fired!”
Nonna gasps, eyes wide.
“Please, I didn’t mean to, ma’am… I’m sorry.
I’m very sorry, ma’am.”
”Don’t make me go in there and help you throw those rags out,” Quinn snaps.
“Go in there and pack up.
Leave right now.
I have another chef who will do a better job than this rubbish you’ve done.”
Ashley’s jaw tightens as she watches Nonna kneel, begging.
But behind Ashley’s calm expression, something dark flickers.
Ashley Knowles isn’t always this calm.
She is called sassy and rude for a reason back in Desert MC.