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Shaking my head, I knock on the wall and say, "Come on, let's get this over with."
Five minutes later, we're pulling into the garage, where a small, petite woman in overalls is looking under the hood of a Corvette; she's standing on a stool as her hands move, and I furrow my brows.
"I thought she had to be under your supervision?" I question my brother, sitting on his bike next to me, before snorting, "That's her Momma's car. When I said she needed to be supervised, her mother snorted at me, fucking snorted, and called me boy. Apparently, her daughter always looks at the family cars."
I hum, kind of impressed, as I climb off my bike. My brother, father, and Bullet are all looking too fucking giddy. So, giddy, I'm starting to get suspicious and about to question them before the most angelic voice I've ever heard speaks out to answer my father's questions.
"How's it looking, Sarah?"
She sighs, which goes straight to my dick.
What the fuck?
"The cam belt had slipped just like I suspected, and I don't know how, so please don't ask, but Momma had managed to fill her screen wash with oil and her oil with screen wash."
Her voice is muffled a little due to the hood, but we all caught what she said, and we all winced as Sniper chimed in, "Why didn't she just get you or your dad to do it?"
She hums before grunting; a clanging sound echoes, "I don't know. I guess she wanted to prove something. Yesterday, Mary commented about how smart she is at home but not car or on the street smart."
I snort as my dad speaks again, "That little sister of yours likes to stir the pot, doesn't she?"
The angel giggles a little, and honestly, I don't know what's wrong with me; maybe I'm having a stroke or something because my heart is beating hard in my chest.
"We wouldn't have her any other way, Bull." The love in her voice—fuck, I'm jealous of her sister?
What the fuck is wrong with me? The last girl I had this reaction to was...
The pint-sized woman climbs down from the stool before grabbing a rag to wipe her hands, and my heart fucking stops as we make eye contact. Her eyes widened while I just took in the beauty.
Dark green eyes—the color I couldn't see in the club's darkness. Two fucking years, and here she is—the woman I wanted but fucked up by fucking her friend, who's now a clubwhore.
Damn.
She's wearing dark blue overalls, but the top is tied around her waist, her black v-t shirt hugging her curvy figure nicely, showcasing her handful of tits, and my cock weeps at the tip like he wasn't sucked dry an hour ago. I can feel the others watching us intently as she stands frozen, seeing me. My dad said she kept looking at me that night, and he seemed right.
The fuckers set me up. They knew who she was.
Fuck, my brothers' words ring in my ear. Someone had claimed her a few years ago—me, that was fucking me.
I clear my throat after Bullet nudges me, "you-your Sarah Reynolds, the new hire?"
She blinks a few times before shaking her head and then rasping, "Your Boldy from the nightclub who screwed an engaged woman."
The men snort while I tilt my head, and my eyes sparkle with amusement; I just know it. This girl has wit; remind me not to allow her to meet the untamed women.
I give her a nod, "I am, but my brothers call me Snake; you can call me Hunter, and I'm also the man who will make you mine."
Her eyes widen a little at my statement before she cools her eyes, making me bite back a smirk. "Somehow, Boldy, I don't think I fancy an STD. I heard Helena now lives with your club."
I hum, crossing my arms over my chest, her eyes following, making me grin wide, "She does, but I don't touch her," I point my thumb toward my brother, "he does, though."
She looks his way in disgust, "Seriously? You are aware she tried to get a donkey hard, right?"
His eyes widen while myself, my dad, and Bullet choke on our own spit because, damn, I mean, damn. Sarah, my little Spitfire, just shrugs before looking at me. I can see the vulnerability in her eyes; she's trying to hide it, but she just shakes her head, "Well, as nice as this was, my Momma needs her car back, and I still need to replace the belt and update your out-of-date system with your books. You, uh, you and I will never happen; I'm sorry."
I tilt my head as she turns before I murmur, "Just wait and see Spitfire," making her suck in a breath. I smile, knowing I'm under her skin just as much as she's under mine from that one glance at each other two years ago.
Looks like I'll be going celibate because I have a feeling this pint-sized woman is going to give me the run-around, and honestly, I can't say I mind. Now that I've finally found her, I'm not letting her go, and by the grins, the others are showcasing, they know it too, which means they'll also tell my flipping mother, who will most likely tell everyone.
