Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
His mouth twitches.
“You’re here on trial, it’s my job to ride your fuckin’ ass.”
“Well ...” I lean in closer. “Do it gently, and quietly, because I’m trying to get this car finished for Mrs. Walker because, god dammit, she has to pick Sunflower up from the vet!”
He blinks. “Who?”
“The owner of this car.” I roll my eyes. “Bikers, no common manners.”
“Fuck me, I can’t follow the shit you dribble. Finish it up, I’m goin’ on lunch.”
My stomach rumbles at the idea, but I say nothing. I simply act like nothing happened. He stares at me, but we both choose to ignore the gurgling sound. I turn and get back to it, and Remy goes off for lunch. While he’s gone, two of the other guys from the club come in and help out. Hugh and Hank, both of them look at me like I’m in their manly space, but I ignore their stares.
“You guys want to fart,” I yell out, “then fart. I’ve heard it all.”
I peer over at them to see them looking at me in horror.
“You always so fuckin’ out there?” Hank asks, crossing his arms.
“Yep.” I nod, tightening the screw and standing. “You’ll learn to love me.”
“Doubt it,” Hugh grunts. “Hurry up with that job; I need to move this car out and bring another one in.”
“Keep your panties on, big guy, I’m nearly done.”
If looks could kill ...
I finish up the job and move the car out of the way, the two of them getting to work on the car they drive in after me. I walk over, leaning against it. “You two like besties or something?”
“Fuck me, we’re not in high school. We’re in the same club, brothers,” Hugh answers, head buried deep in the engine bay.
“Oh, like blood brothers or gang brothers?”
They both look at me.
“Gang brothers.” I nod. “Figured. You both got ladies?”
“Fuck me, do you ever shut the hell up?” Hank growls, glaring at me.
“You bikers are moodier than a woman on her period, what’s up with that?”
Both of them ignore me.
“You done with the car? Good.”
I turn to see Remy walking back into the garage, arms all bare and biceps showing as he pulls his greased up shirt back on. He flicked it off when he walked out, I’m guessing he didn’t want to get his food all messed up, and damn, I’m not complaining. Neither is his little fan club consisting of three girls who have stopped out front of the garage and are staring with lusty eyes. They’re probably seventeen, maybe eighteen.
I nod in their direction “You’ve got a little fan club.”.
Remy turns around, shirt still partially unbuttoned. He gives them a nod and they giggle, whispering amongst themselves as they bat their eyelashes at him.
“Jesus,” I mutter. “Pathetic.”
“Jealous, kid?” Remy grins at me as he brushes past me.
“The only kids around here are those girls, and no, I’m not jealous. You have to like someone to be jealous, and trust me, I don’t like you.”
He keeps the grin.
“Yo.”
I turn to see two more bikers walking into the garage, one of them is Adan, I met him earlier, and that leaves only one person for the other one, Beckett. I study him as he gets closer, and his eyes are on me, narrowed. Shit, I hope he doesn’t know who I am. If he does, this all goes to hell because they’ll be immediately suspicious.
“Do I know you?” he asks me, stopping and letting his eyes roam over my body.
“Probably.” I shrug. “I’m always getting into trouble around town.”
He purses his lips a little. “Must be it. You must be the new mechanic?”
“Temporary,” Remy grunts.
I roll my eyes and stick my hand out. “Yep, that’s me. Gabby.”
Beckett takes my hand, and I take a second to study him. Well no wonder Becky was obsessed, this man is gorgeous, there’s no doubt about it. He looks like Thor, but a biker version. That hair is to die for, and if I had hair like that, you can guarantee I’d be flaunting it.
“Get back to work, you’ve spent long enough annoyin’ the crap out of everyone,” Remy orders.
I grin at him. “Yes, boss.”
I get back to work.
With a smile on my face.
Because I’ve always got a damned smile on my face.
“STILL THINK YOU’RE fuckin’ crazy,” Rhett mutters, putting his feet up on the balcony railing outside my bedroom and sipping the beer I just grabbed.
Yes, I have a balcony of my very own. Rich family and all that.
“It’s fine, they’re all pretty nice actually,” I tell him.
“Not when they find out what you’re doin’ they won’t be.”
“Then I’ll just have to make sure they don’t find out.” I wink at him.
He glares at me. “Seriously, Gab, you’re fuckin’ playing with fire.”
I give him a smile. “I like fire.”
“You’re fuckin’ crazy.”
“Oh, I know.”