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He should check the corner of his house. It might need bracing until he could get it fixed properly. If the repair called for more than his skillset, he’d call a few of his brothers who owned a construction business to help him.
After inspecting his house, he determined the damage was worse than he’d originally thought. He put in the call to Markus and found a two by four left over from his basement project and used it as bracing until Markus could work him into his schedule.
He noticed the back seat of the car was filled with plastic bags. He started to leave them—it would serve her right—but he reluctantly opened the back door and loaded up his arms with bags of clothes. Why she needed more was a mystery he wasn’t interested enough to investigate. He spent another ten minutes carrying the bags of clothes to her front porch before Crash picked her car up. He could knock on the door and let her know to bring her stuff inside, but he couldn’t handle any more of her crazy today.
Crash came to pick up her car. He hooked up chains to the back and pulled the car from its perch in the exterior wall of his garage. More bricks fell, leaving an even bigger hole. Dozer was afraid there was structural damage involved. He’d definitely need Markus.
“Looks like she’s going to need a new quarter panel and there may be some frame damage as well.” Crash stood from inspecting the underbelly of her car, brushing his jeans off.
“That’s what I thought too. Do whatever you need to do to fix it and I’ll make sure you get paid. But, hey, take your time. The longer we can keep her off the road, the safer the citizens of our fine town will be.”
Crash laughed and nodded. “I hear ya. I heard the family’s been seen in town. You know anything about that?”
Dozer’s head jerked. They had eyes on the family. Why hadn’t they been given a heads up if there was movement? “No, I hadn’t heard. Who?”
“Word is the son and a few of his henchmen.”
That was interesting. And unexpected. “Any idea why?”
“No idea. I’d imagine they’re trying to find another location to unload their girls since we burned them out of the last warehouse they used.”
A few years back, they’d gotten intel on the warehouse the Luciano family used to hold the girls they’d snatched until they were sold off. Dozer and his brothers went in with the intentions of rescuing the girls before burning the building to the ground. However someone must have tipped the family off to their plans because the warehouse was empty. They still lit a fire, but the mission wasn’t as fulfilling as it would have been if they could have saved lives.
Them being in town looking for another warehouse didn’t feel right. “Why would they come here again if they had a choice? We aren’t near a waterway or close to a major highway. Plus the Kings are here. You’d think they’d wanna be as far from us as possible.”
“I guess we’ll discuss it at church tomorrow. Just keep your guard up. I’ll take care of the car.”
“Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”
The taillights had disappeared around the curve of the road when his neighbor flew out of her door screaming, “What did you do to Liza!”
Dozer rubbed his aching head. He seriously wasn’t ready for another round with her or her asinine car Liza.
“What have you done with her? She never did anything to you!” the woman with brown eyes wailed.
He would have to differ with her there. He had major property damage that said Liza did indeed do something to him.
She threw her hands up in a show of temper. “Now how am I supposed to get around?”
“A hell of a lot safer than you being behind the wheel.”
Some of her steam seemed to run out. “I know I need to learn. I’ve been trying to find a driving school.”
He chuckled. “Good luck with that.”
This was a small town. There weren’t any driving schools.
She literally stamped her tiny sneaker-clad foot on the pavement. “You don’t have to be so mean.”
He fought the grin from pulling at his lips. She thought he was mean? He’d been nothing but helpful and accommodating to the woman. Who fixed her furnace? This guy. Who carried dozens of bags to her porch? Again, he did. Who made sure her car was going to be repaired? Ding, him. And who’d only fucked her in his mind? Yet again, him.
She crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up, revealing more of the luscious curves through the deep neckline of her shirt. They’d fit his hands perfectly. Quickly, he snapped those thoughts out of his head and picked back up on her next rant.
“You know nothing about me, yet you already dislike me. I’ve done nothing to earn your aversion.
Disturbed his peace came to mind, but his mamma would be disappointed in that reply. “You’re right. I don’t know you. I neither like nor dislike you. All I know is you are a lot of trouble.”
Her face fell, her lower lip started to tremble, and he inwardly groaned. He didn’t do tears. He’d had enough and turned to go.
