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"Sir, could you please explain to me what the problem is with your bike?"
My tone is snippy, but in my defense, this bozo is an ass. Snake raises a brow at me, and I hold my finger up, putting the phone on speaker before leaning back in my chair.
"Listen, woman, I won't speak to you about the problems with my bike. I want a brother on the phone right now before you get on my shit list, and trust me, bitch, you don't want that."
Snake growls, but I shake my head at him, making him raise a brow again, but I just shrug. I don't need a knight in shining leather to come to my aid; I have myself for that.
I hum and decide to goad the man into telling me what's wrong: "It sounds like you don't even know what's wrong with your bike."
The man growls in frustration, not liking being put on the spot, "There's excessive vibration from the engine. Now do me a favor and get a fucking qualified brother, bitch."
I smirked as Snake stepped forward, balling his hands onto his hips, but again, I shook my head, making him growl. I hold a finger up to him, "Okay, sir, this is what you're going to do; you're not going to touch your bike, which I'm guessing is a Harley. I will have Ted pick it up for you if you're in the vicinity; if not, I can contact a garage in your area. You may have worn or damaged the engine components or even unaligned the wheels. If you continue to ride, it will cause more damage, and it could also be dangerous to you."
He sputters, "B-but how-how…"
I smile as Snake chuckles, his deep voice echoing through the room. He keeps his eyes on me as they shine with pride before he speaks up, "Spider, next time you threaten one of my employees, I'll have your fucking head."
The guy on the other end clears his throat. "Pres?"
I tilt my head as Snake smirks, "Yeah, brother. I get you're a nomad, and you're missing your man, but who the fuck do you think you are speaking to a woman that way? And not just any woman, a woman I plan on claiming when she lets me."
I narrowed my eyes at him with his claim, but now it's Snake's turn to shake his head at me, making me sigh at him, but he just smirked, his eyes looking down my body and lingering on my white-fitted blouse before his nomad brother spoke again.
"I, shit, Pres. It's not like I speak to all women that way; you know me, but I'm pissed; my bike is playing up, and I really don't need Amy to try and hit on me, telling me shit she thinks she knows about my bike. That's why I was firm about wanting to speak to a brother. You know she keeps trying to get knocked up by a brother, and the fact that you want to claim her... I, shit brother, are you okay?"
My eyes widen. Do women actually try to get themselves knocked up just for a patch? I thought that was a rumor.
Snake chuckles, seeing my reaction, before shaking his head and saying, "Brother. Amy was fired last month for stealing; Sarah is our newest employee who has just graduated with her engineering mechanical degree; she'll only be working behind the desk for about four months while gaining in-house training instead of school training."
"Ah, shit. So, the girl's name is Sarah, and she knows what she's talking about?"
I snorted, "The girl is still sitting here. No offense, but I don't want to sleep with you, and yes, my name is Sarah, Sarah Reynolds."
The guy chuckles, but it sounds sad, making me furrow my brows, "Gerry Reynolds, daughter? The little girl who used to help Tommy with his car and hang off my arm?"
I suck in a breath while Snake just smiles as the realization hits me: "Uncle Peter?"
The guy chuckles as Snake's smile turns into a grin, "Well, I'll be damned, so it is my little Sarah who used to dress in those cute overalls."
I chuckle, "I'm 25, Uncle Peter, not so little anymore, and those overalls fit me perfectly now. Thank you very much." He hums, "Maybe so, but you'll still be my little girl even if I haven't stayed in touch; you know things with Tommy; it's hard, darling; I miss him."
I give Snake a sad smile, "We all do, Uncle P, but we miss you too, and so does Mary; you, uh, you need to give her a call and soon," I hear him suck in a breath when he realizes what I mean, while Snake looks at me with confusion. He goes to speak, but I quickly talk again, not wanting to answer his questions. "Okay, Uncle P, do not ride that bike; you'll severely damage it, and if I remember correctly, that's the 2012 Ultra Classic Black 103, and if you break that, then I'll have no choice but to tell my dad that you called me a bitch, though I do think grandpa will be haunting your ass tonight for that comment anyway."
Peter, or should I say, Spider, grumbles about my dad kicking his ass, making me giggle. "I won't ride it, sweetheart; I know how much you loved my bike. Snake Brother, do you know where I can take my bike? I'm over an hour away."
Snake shakes his head at my smile, remembering going on the back of the bike with my grandpa. "Alright, brother, whereabouts are you?"
"I'm half an hour away from the Untamed Club."
Snake hums, "Call Flame; he'll come and collect you and look at your bike, and I'll give Axel a message just to let him know; he'll put you up until your bike is fixed; it's the least they can do after they sent that bratty girl here a few years ago."
He sighs, "Alright, thanks, brother. Sarah, it was good to hear your voice, darling. Send my Love to your parents and Tiny Dancer for me, and, uh, you know, sorry for the bitch comment. I love you, sweet girl."
I laugh, telling him to keep in touch before he hangs up. Snake quickly sends a message before looking my way, and I shake my head, hoping to divert the reason we both know why he showed up here.
"Bratty girl?"
He grins, "A spoilt girl whose name was actually Princess wanting to get with a brother to punish her parents; it didn't work on her end; she wasn't too happy about it though; the Untamed sent her our way because they had enough of her shit; Axel owes me one." I laugh, making him smile before he smirks, knowing I was trying to stay clear of the conversation I really didn't want to have. "Spitfire, I have had a very lousy three days; do you really think I'll get you out of not speaking to me?" I cross my arms over my chest, and he lifts a hand. "I get it; I fucked Helena, but, in my defense, I saw a flash of red that night in the club, and I thought maybe, just maybe, it was her who caught my attention. I was in a bad place; my friend had just betrayed me and my club, and I had no idea the bitch was engaged and that it was her hen night. It wasn't until the deed was done that I realized she wasn't the one that caught my attention. It was also then that I felt like absolute shit, especially when I saw you after walking back out of the hallway, but you also can't use this against me. We never made eye contact before that, not even spoken to each other."
