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I give a nod, "Alright, church is done with. Routine church in two days at 11 a.m. I've got a woman to see. Doc, bring in Liam and Levi to clean up the body; make sure no one sees; we don't know who else he was working with, and I don't want to tip them off that we're aware of them. As far as the club is concerned until we get to the bottom of his accomplice or accomplices, Clipper has decided to take a ride after hearing of his son's death. Sniper, call Axel, tell him we found a traitor here but to keep his ear to the ground just in case, then see to redoing Clippers Harley and selling it. We'll anonymously send the money to his ex-old lady and two daughters, whom he never saw. Doc, start arranging the funeral for Billy; his body is being held at the moment, but once it's released, we'll celebrate his life."
The brothers all murmur in agreement as I walk out of church, needing eyes on my spitfire and fast. Liam gave me my phone before entering the room I had just vacated, knowing I most likely didn't wait to drag Clipper outside before ending him. The betrayal is burning deep. I go to walk to the main door, my mind only on the woman I am going to make mine, who I should have made mine two years ago, when Celine stops in front of me, halting my steps. She places her hand on my chest, and I instantly become tense. My nerves are already shot, my adrenalin is high from the kill, and normally a good quick hard fucking would be perfect. Still, I know from the experience of the Untamed brothers that if I touch her in any way, I'll never have a chance with Sarah. Her spitfire personality is proof that even handcuffing her to my bed wouldn't work.
I grab Celine's hand, and she grins, puffing her chest out, but soon frowns when I push her away gently, which wasn't easy in my state.
"Snake?"
I hear the concern, but it's not for me; it's for her. She doesn't want to lose what we have, especially when, before we left, I overheard her on the phone. She told her mother she'd decided she wanted to settle down, and, as you'd probably already guessed, I was the one she wanted.
I step away from her when she tries to touch me again, and I shake my head, "You need to stop acting like we're a couple, Celine when you know we're not, and this arrangement is now over."
Her eyes widen, "What? No…” I give her a shrug and walk around her before she steps in my way again. The clubhouse has quietened. My mother is on standby near the door in case I lose it. She's not stupid. She knows Clipper is dead, and she knows I'm a live wire right now. "You cannot seriously be ending things. We've been together for years!"
The brothers snort, making her face go red, realizing what she just said while I raised a brow: "We've been fucking yes, in a relationship, no, because let me tell you this, Celine; if I had claimed you, made you mine, then like fuck would I let you fuck other men, let alone allow them to even look at you; I would have been possessive and attentive with you and only you; my dick would never have gone near another woman."
She swallows hard, her eyes tearing up for show. She's not heartbroken over me; she's heartbroken over losing a title she desperately wanted, "is-is there someone else?"
I snorted at her before making eye contact with Momma, whose eyes widened. I guess my dad decided not to tell her about my spitfire. That explains why I have yet to hear any wedding talk. I give her a wink and a smirk, causing her to squeal, making everyone look at her in confusion before the clubhouse erupts with cheers at my words, "Actually, Celine, yes, there is someone else who I plan on making my old lady after I convince her to give me a chance, that is."
Her eyes widen, and her cheeks turn red. I notice Helena storming off in a huff, but I ignore her. If she keeps on throwing tantrums, I'll just put in a vote with the brothers to kick her out. They've only kept her here as long as they have because, apparently, she can suck cock like a pro and is good at cleaning.
The brother's words, not mine.
I salute Celine before leaving the clubhouse and heading to my bike. The dark blue tank shines in the sun, and I hum, thinking maybe I could repaint it dark green again to match my girl's eyes, and I smile at the thought because that sounds fucking perfect.
With that thought in mind, I climb on my bike and rev her up, ignoring a pissed-off, scorned Celine in the doorway screaming at me to come back and head to the garage, where I know my girl is working behind the desk today. Maybe I can get her to look at my bike—any excuse to get her close to me.
Ready or not, my spitfire, I'm coming.
Chapter 8
Sarah
"Good afternoon, Devils Motor Garage. Sarah speaking."
I try to put on my best professional voice even though I'm not keen on sitting behind a desk, my fingers itching to get grease on them, but I can't afford to lose this job. The pay is good, and Sniper is teaching me everything he knows, so I can't complain.
Yesterday, he let me help rebuild a classic 1975 Mercury Cougar's engine. I think I died and went to heaven.
"I want to be patched to a mechanic now; it's an emergency."
I hum. The last time I patched a customer through because they didn't think a woman knew anything about cars, Crash nearly had a stroke; it turns out it was his mistress's husband. I won't be doing that again.
I clear my throat, "Sorry, sir, unfortunately, I can't just patch you through; if you could tell me what the problem may be, I can see what I can do for you."
He chuckles darkly, causing me to tense, "Love, I don't think you know fuck all about bikes; now just be a good little girl and patch me over to Sniper or Liam. Now."
I bite my cheek. This man isn't the first one to talk down to me. Because I'm a woman, they seem to think I don't know what I'm talking about, but I love putting them in their place; plus, Sniper and Liam are both not here, so it's not like I can magic them out of my ass; only Ted is here, but he does pickups, not the mechanical side of things.
I open my mouth to retort, but I'm cut off by the loud pipes pulling into the garage. I instantly swallow when I see the man that I've tried my hardest not to think about for days, despite my mother now being on my case about giving him a shot. I get it; we weren't together; heck, we never even spoke to each other, but the guy must have some judgment issues if he slept with Helena.
The woman's a nut.
I clear my throat as he climbs off the bike, removing his sunglasses as his eyes meet mine. I see fury in them, but not aimed at me; tension radiates off him, and I furrow my brows as he walks my way, opening the glass door.
I hear an angry growl on the other end of the phone, and I clear my throat again, keeping my eyes connected with the mesmerizing blue ones.
Damn, they just suck you in, don't they?
