“Share the Good Fortune”
By Maggie Walsh
“Hey, babe, you ready?” Mekhi called up the stairs.
Zach appeared at the top of the steps, his wet hair brushed back, and he was tucking his black tee shirt into his jeans. Zach smiled as their gazes met and he walked down the steps. Once he reached the bottom Mekhi wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close, then kissed his guy.
“I’m ready. Did you get the coffee?” Zach asked as they made their way to the kitchen.
“All set. Let’s get going,” Mekhi replied as he grabbed the two travel mugs and headed for the back door.
“I’m a little nervous, Ki. That reporter is coming today, and I really don’t want to be on TV again. You remember what happened last time,” Zach said nervously as he opened the passenger door of Ki’s truck and climbed in.
Mekhi jumped into the driver’s side and closed the door, then handed Zach their coffees before putting his seatbelt on and starting the engine. He hit the button for the garage door, then reversed out and hit the button again to close the door behind them, then turned onto the road. He reached out a hand and placed it on Zach’s knee then answered him. “I know how you feel, baby. I really don’t want to be on the news again any time soon either, but we have to remember it’s for a good cause. After the last time with everyone who ever knew us coming out of the woodwork and trying to get back into our lives, I really don’t want to go through that again.”
“If my parents try to make an appearance again, suddenly trying to be so loving and supportive, I think I’ll throw up all over them. I know this is great publicity for us and free to boot, but I still worry.”
“Well, we were smart enough to know that everyone was only coming to us with false friendship and love with their hands out because of the money, and knew who our real friends were, so we’ll know again. What time was that reporter supposed to show up again?” Ki asked as he hit another garage button and waited for the door to lift, then drove into the warehouse, closing the door behind them.
Zack answered him as they jumped out of the truck, “Around three, so we have all day to stress over her showing up.”
Ki laughed they entered their office, then wrapped his arm around Zach and kissed him quick. “We’ll be way too damn busy all day to even think about her. Come on, we have to load up and get moving.”
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“Are we ready?” the woman asked as she looked at the cameraman.
He gave her the thumbs up.
“Okay, three, two, one, and, Hi, this is Nancy Scott coming to you from The Ocean Beach Homeless Shelter and joining me is Joe Wilson, director of the shelter. So, Joe, last year around this time this shelter along with a few others around the area were each gifted with very large donations. We’ve talked to the directors at the other shelters and have heard the good work that they’ve been doing with the donations. What has been going on here in Ocean Beach?”
“Well, Nancy, why don’t you come on in and we’ll show you the new services we have on offer. With the very generous donation of twenty million dollars that we were given, it has allowed us to expand. As you can see, we're right in the middle of construction on adding more room. We’ll be able to take in another hundred people per night as well as offer more meals daily. We’ve also started a clinic to teach people how to use computers and have been able to reach out to local businesses who will be offering apprenticeships to some of our homeless to teach them a skill,” Joe answered as they walked through the shelter.
“This room here is where people can come and log on to the computers and fill out job applications. Then over her, across the hall is a mailbox system, where someone can register one of these boxes so that they will have an address to give potential employers. We also have a few phones in here as you can see which will be manned by volunteers.”
“So that when they go out on job interviews, they can also provide a phone number?” Nancy asked.
“Yes. Then down the hall there we have Angel’s Closet, which is full of professional wear that can be used for that job interview. We have another room full of clothes that can be used on a daily basis to go to that job or for anyone needing it. We’ll be expanding on our facilities so that we’ll have more showers available. Then down at the end of the hall we’re making a Daycare room for anyone who needs the service when they find that job.”
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“I’m standing here with Sheryl Mallick, owner of the Manhattan Beach Pancake House. Hello, Sherly.”
“So tell our views about your good fortune and the two wonderful young men who became your angel’s.”
Sherly smiled bright as she replied, “Zach and Mekhi are two really nice guys, who fell on some hard times and found themselves here living in Manhattan Beach among the many other homeless here. They’ve always been sweet and respectful young men and I always felt bad for them.”
“We hear that you used to slip them food on occasion?” Nancy asked.
“Yeah, I mean how could I not. I do for all of them when I can.”
But you were fired from the pancake house about eight months ago for doing just that, weren’t you? So what happened?”
“Yeah, my boss, the previous owner, saw me handing out a few sack meals to this family and he disapproved. He didn’t want them hanging around the restaurant, said it was bad for business and he wasn’t running a charity. He thought I was stealing the food when I gave it out, but I wasn’t. I showed him receipts for everything I gave out, but he didn’t care. He said I was the reason they kept coming around and he let me go.”
“So that’s when your angels stepped in?” Nancy asked.
Sheryl smiled bright. “Yeah. Surprised me. Zach and Mekhi showed up at my home a few weeks later and asked me to go for a ride with them. They said they had something to show me. They drove me here to the restaurant and I thought they had been able to talk my boss into giving me my job back, but they didn’t. They handed me the keys to the place and told me it was now mine. I couldn’t believe it. They said they wanted to thank me for being so nice to them and the others and to let me know how much they appreciated every time I was able to give them a meal. Being a single mom, it’s something that has always worried me since my husband died. One disaster and my daughter and I could be out there on the streets too. When I was fired, I stayed up night after night worried about that very thing and where our money was going to come from now, but then those two amazing young men turned my life around and my daughter and I have a steady income and are stable. I don’t have to worry about that anymore.”
Nancy smiled as tears rimmed her eyes. “They sound like two very wonderful men.”
“They are. They have helped so many around here with the winnings from the lottery. They helped all the shelters and food kitchens around here, as well as the LGBT Center. They’ve given large amounts to The Wounded Warriors as well as other charities, like The Gary Sinise Foundation that helps veterans. They also started a car service to help the homeless get to doctor's appointments, to the shelters if they need it, to the VA. They’re just amazing.”
“We’ve talked to some of them today as well. We also heard they’ve started their own food truck?”
Sheryl laughed. “Yes. Zach and Mehki bought up this large food truck and they park it near the pier every day, seven days a week from seven in the morning to seven at night and the two of them work it.”
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“This is Nancy Scott and I am standing here at Manhattan Beach Pier. This is ‘Share the Good Fortune’ food truck that is owned and operated by Zach and Mekhi Royce. These very giving young men who we all know who won the biggest lottery jackpot in US history a year ago have been selling their delicious food right here for almost ten months now. Let’s go meet them.”
Nancy walked around the back of the truck to find Mekhi handing out paper bags to a few men who were standing there. He gave them each a friendly smile and shook their hands as each of them thanked him for his generosity.
“Mekhi, do and Zach have a moment for our viewers?” Nancy asked.
“Sure, Hey, babe, the reporter is here,” Mekhi called back over his shoulder.
A minute later, Mekhi’s husband Zach stepped out to join them. Nancy smiled as she watched the young men instantly wrapped an arm around one another and turned to her with bright smiles.
“So gentlemen, we’ve been hearing about all the wonderful things we’ve been doing around Manhattan Beach. Could you tell us about the food truck?”
“Sure, Nancy. It was Zach’s idea actually. Once we moved into our new home, we found out that Zach is a really good cook and we both needed jobs. I mean, with our winnings we really don’t have to work ever again, thanks to our amazing financial advisor who helped u set up a great portfolio and assisted us in buying stocks. But neither of us just wanted to sit around all day and do nothing. We wanted to give back to the community who took us in when we were at our lowest. There are a lot of homeless in the area and having been homeless ourselves for so long we understand the needs,” Mekhi replied.
“So, what can people expect here at the food truck?”
“We have a great menu with a lot to choose from and we try to switch it up a bit every few weeks. We got a permit from the town to sell here. From spending most of our time here at the pier we knew that there was a need for the people using the beach and the local area. Yes, there are restaurants nearby, but a lot of people don’t like to go into them when they’re all sweaty from the beach, and some just want to bring food down with them and enjoy their day. So, we sell our food from the side window there, and all proceeds go into making up bagged meals for the homeless, which they can come to the rear of the truck here and get every day,” Zach explained.
“That’s amazing. It’s nice to see that someone who has fallen into such good fortune is sharing that and giving back to the community. You’re both like guardian angel’s here now.”
“We were homeless, and this community helped take care of us. From the shelters and the food banks, to the Salvation Army and a few of the business owners. So, when Zach and I won, there was no hesitation, we knew what we wanted to do with the winnings, but we also wanted to make sure that we always had enough for us so that we would never be on the streets again. With the help of our lawyer and advisor we’ve set ourselves up for success so that we can keep giving to this community for many years to come as well as give to our Veterans and the LGBT Community. We just wanted to pay it forward, and hopefully set the example for others to do it too,” Zach replied.
“Well, I must say, you’ve definitely paid it forward. We hear that the Mayor will be honoring you both next month with a big dinner with the local Chamber of Commerce for all the work you’ve done. We’ve spoken with a lot of the people around town as well as some of the people who you help on a daily basis and they all couldn’t think of two better people to receive the Humanitarian Award. Let me just say that I completely agree. From me and all the residents of Manhattan Beach I would like to say thank you for sharing your big hearts and you good fortune. This is Nancy Scott coming to you from Manhattan Beach Pier with two living angels.”
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“We all packed up and ready to go?” Zach asked as he moved in behind Mekhi and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“Yup, just locking the grates,” Ki replied as he bolted the last one.
“Good, we’ll have just enough time to shower and dress when we get home before we have to head over to Mr. O’s for dinner.”
“Tanner will be there. He really wants to come by and see what we’ve done to his house since we bought it,” Zach said as he turned in Zach arms, then kissed him.
Zach laughed. “Every time he comes to town now, he wants to see what we’ve done. I think he wants to buy it back from us now.”
“Hell no. It’s not for sale and won’t be in the near future. It’s the first place we made love in that was actually inside and our first home. As much I will always be grateful to Tanner for letting us stay in the house while we figured everything out and then selling it to us when he saw how much it meant to us, there is no way he’s getting his clutches back on my baby’s dream home.”
Zach chuckled. “You’re so good to me.” He then leaned in a gave Ki a heated kiss.
Ki broke the kiss with a moan. “Damn, baby, you keep that up and we’ll never make it to dinner. Come on let’s get going and I promise you that when we get home, we’ll go out onto the balcony and lay in our bed swing and I’ll make love to you under the stars.”
Zach signed as he cuddled against Ki’s chest. “Now that’s a deal, and a dream come true.”
Clearnight Haven Book 1
Raven Stone is an almost 500-year-old vampire who is next in line for the throne to become the king of not only the vampires, but of the paranormal race as a whole. But to claim the throne he must to complete his Coterie, a circle of five men of different breeds of paranormal who are his destined mates. And he must claim them all before his 500th birthday, or he will lose the throne forever, and for the first time in paranormal history the Stone family will not hold the honor.
Raven has already found and claimed four of his mate’s, but his birthday approaches and forces are against he and his mates from finding their last mate. When Raven smells the scent of their last mate on a greedy vampire who leads the Clearnight Haven coven, he and his mate’s, Lorcan, Ash, Ciro, and Jareth, travel to the small town in upper Washington State in America.
Joel is a human who works at the local newspaper as a junior reporter, but if he can get the story of the century, he hopes it will be enough to convince his boss that he should be promoted to one of the senior reporters.
The town bigwig and major asshole, Malcolm Dean has gone missing, and no one even blinks an eye from his loss, but when the mysterious billionaire Raven Stone comes to town and takes over all of Dean’s business holdings, Joel smells the story he’s been looking for.
As Joel sneaks around trying to uncover what Raven Stone looks like and who he is, an even juicier story, with a bigger fish, an evil man named, Mario Gallo, gets dropped in his lap.
When Joel goes to The Raven Club to do a story on Raven Stone, he never expected to find five men that he feels an overwhelming attraction to. After a night of mind-blowing pleasure with the five men, Joel is shocked to learn who these men truly are and who they say he is to them. Joel isn’t ready for what they offer him, and he runs, concentrating on his story, when suddenly Joel disappears.
When Raven and the others learn that Joel has gone missing, they know he is in danger and they must find him before it’s too late. And if they find him, will they be able to convince Joel that he belongs with them?
“Why am I here again?” Joel asked himself. “Oh, yeah. Because I’m a stupid turd.” Joel sighed and looked down the alley at the back door to “The Raven” club. He just needed one damn picture to go with his story. If he could get this story, his boss promised him a promotion to reporter for the newspaper he worked for. He had been stuck as a research clerk for five years now and he was tired of getting passed over time and again. He knew Mr. Devlin didn’t think he could get the scoop on the new hotshot in town, but he was hungry for this promotion. So, he would do whatever he had to do to get it.
The back door to the club opened and Joel held his breath. He raised his camera and got ready. Please let it be Raven Scott. Nobody had been able to get a good shot of the newest mega millionaire to the area since he arrived six months ago. The guy remained a mystery to most people around here. He stayed to himself and never did any interviews. Every paper and news station within a hundred-mile radius was scrambling to get the scoop on him.
Not that having a rich businessman to the area was new, but the details of Raven Scott’s appearance raised suspicion. Previously the small city of Clearnight Haven, in one of the uppermost parts of Washington State, was basically owned by Malcolm Dean. The man owned about eighty percent of the businesses in and around the area. He was a powerful force around here and everyone feared him. Then one day he just disappeared. No one knows what happened to him and only the city officials seemed to care.
He was a ruthless prick who thought he was better than everyone else and thought he was above the law. He did what he wanted, when he wanted, and spread his money around to make things disappear that could cause trouble for him and his associates. People got out of his way when he walked down the street, afraid he would zero in on them and bring trouble to their lives.
So, when the man just dropped off the face of the planet, the residents of Clearnight breathed a sigh of relief. Life had been better here since the prick left. That was until a month later when all his properties were bought up by Scott enterprises.
Very few people in Clearnight Haven even knew what Raven Scott looked like. He was never seen out in public during the day and very rarely at night. From what Joel had heard, the man was a recluse that stayed mostly to his mansion over near Slip Point. It was very secluded and surrounded by a brick wall about ten feet high. The only glimpse you could get of the place was passing the huge main gates. Even then you couldn't really see the house. One could also go out onto the Strait of Juan de Fuca and drive past with a boat, but Joel didn’t have a boat. So, he was stuck here trying to follow the guy.
The door swung open and four men stepped out into the alley. Three of them were huge with bulging muscles. They all wore black suits, shiny black shoes, and black sunglasses. It reminded Joel of ‘The Men in Black’. They must be bodyguards. But why would they be wearing sunglasses at two in the morning? That wasn’t all that caught his attention. The big dudes looked around as if trying to make sure the coast was clear. They surrounded the fourth man and waited. What were they waiting for? As soon as the thought entered his mind, a long black limousine came toward the group from the far end of the alley.
“Come on you big blockheads, move so I can get a shot,” Joel whispered under his breath as he aimed the camera at the group. Through the viewfinder of the camera it looked like the man in the middle turned his head in Joel’s direction as if he had heard Joel’s whispered words. But he didn’t turn his head completely, so no clear shot yet. The car pulled to a stop in front of them and one of the guards opened the back door and stepped aside, allowing the guy in the middle to step forward and enter the car. Just before the man entered, his head snapped in Joel’s direction and his eyes stared right at Joel through the camera lens.
Joel was frozen when those eyes looked at him. His breath caught in his throat and his heart began to beat faster. He was the most stunningly beautiful man that Joel had ever seen. His shoulder length straight black hair was so dark it looked like he had blue highlights running through it. A strong, square jaw with just a slight stubble of dark hair, that surrounded full, pink, kissable lips. A sleek nose that went up to two amazingly beautiful deep cobalt blue eyes, and the longest, thickest, black lashes he had ever seen on a man.
Joel’s eyes scanned down what he could see of the man's body and what he saw was wide shoulders and maybe a strong chest. He really couldn’t tell under the black dress shirt the man wore under his black suit. Movement through the camera drew his attention back to the man's face and the hottie was still looking at him. But now he wore a smirk on those delicious looking lips and his eyes shone with amusement. Joel’s cock went granite hard in zero point one seconds.
When the man started to bend to get in the car, Joel quickly snapped off a picture. All heads then turned in his direction. He closed his eyes and cursed his stupidity. He forgot to shut off the damn flash. When he opened his eyes, he saw two of the large men turn and take a step in his direction. He swallowed hard as sweat broke out on his brow. Run, you stupid ass. But Mr. Hot-as-hell’s lips moved, and the two guards stopped and turned back. The hottie flashed Joel one more sexy grin and then disappeared into the back of the limousine. The three brutes followed, and the door closed. The car headed in his direction and Joel quickly jumped around the corner of the building and pressed his back to the bricks, hoping they wouldn’t see him.
The car came out of the alley and stopped at the corner, but it didn’t move on. Joel stared at the rear blackout window and he could swear he felt the man’s eyes on him, boring into his soul. A heat started within his chest and his foot moved, taking a step forward. Joel felt like he was being pulled toward the car by an invisible force. Just as his foot was about to hit the pavement, he pulled it back and shook the dizzying sensation from his head. Air rushed back into his lungs and he gulped the salty air. The car rolled forward and turned left. Joel stood motionless as he watched the taillights disappear.
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Maggie has been married for twenty-one years and has four children. She is a Long Island girl who now lives in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania. Maggie has always loved anything that has to do with the arts. Music is one of her biggest passions. She was a photographer and artist in her earlier days and spends hours sketching anything that catches her eye. Maggie loves to write about big, strong, tough men who have a softer side. Most of the time you can find Maggie running around with her kids, sketching, or sitting with her laptop creating new characters, as music always plays in the background.
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