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“That’s a good idea, Truck. I’ll speak to Coin and see if he thinks the cost is workable,” Bull responds, but I can tell he likes the idea.

Picking up the sledgehammer I had propped against my leg while talking with Bull, he takes the hint and walks through to the back of the building. I swing that sledgehammer and enjoy the moment.

Keys arrives and I’m thinking to myself that this day is going to go to shit if I’m not left alone to get on with what I need to do.

“Hi, Truck. I’m here to speak to Rum since you signed him up as a second or under manager…”

Yeah, the fucker is smirking at me, and I give him the middle finger and continue working. Turning my back so he knows I’m not joining in with the shit he wants to play.

I finish smashing the counter, giving me a lot of satisfaction, I admit. Now, I must haul it outside ready for the next dumpster. I’m not sure when that will be, but I’m not waiting for it either. There is far too much for me to do without pausing in the list of jobs I have to cover.

Rum walks outside with Keys behind him. “We have all the paperwork in order now, Truck. The MC is the owner of the building, and you are named as the manager responsible for everything,” Rum smirks.

“Oh, thanks, that is encouraging.” I roll my eyes and think, fucking hell to myself.

“Keys is very handy with that laptop of his,” Rum continues.

I give him a side-eyed look because I know exactly what he means. Keys has bypassed all the legalities and gotten all the paperwork we need with no one even looking at it.

“I’ve got to go back to the clubhouse. See you later, Truck,” Keys shouts as he rushes to the SUV he came in.

Rum clears his throat, gaining my attention. “Are you nearly done out here, Truck?”

“Yeah. I reckon we need to close up and go to the diner for lunch. I’ve had enough of this place for now.”

“It’s past lunchtime, Truck. It’s nearly three in the afternoon,” Rum informs me.

“What the fuck! We should have gone to eat earlier. Damn, come on. Lock that door and let’s go eat,” I snap with irritation. There is no wonder that my damn stomach is growling.

Sitting in the diner, I drink the last of my coffee before looking at Rum. “What are you doing this afternoon?”

Rum places his cup down before answering, “I’m going back to the gas station with you. I’ll get my vehicle and head home where I’m going to search the internet for a list of places where we can buy all we need. Once I’ve got all the information we need, we can decide on who we will contact as our suppliers.”

“Okay, that’s a good idea. Are you still stopping by the hardware store?”

Rum nods, “Yeah, I’ll do that on my way home. Any color you prefer?”

“Nope, don’t care as long as it’s not white,” I say with a hint of amusement.

Rum shakes his head. “I’ll find something suitable.”

“Remember you are on the books now, so all the work you are doing is part of being an employee. Oh, we need to put out some ads for workers too. We need goodness knows how many?” I look at Rum with absolutely no idea of what hours staff would work, or how many we need.

“I’ll do all that, Truck. I’m too old for all the manual things that need doing. You are young and healthy. I’ll take all the headaches, and you will take all the backaches. Deal?” Rum asks with a touch of amusement.

“Deal.”

The rest of the afternoon and early evening I haul shelving out of the building. It’s mostly bent, rusty, and not worth the space in the place. All of it will be renewed. I’m thinking a brother could have come and given me a hand, and if it doesn’t happen soon, I’m going to throw it out in church.

It’s like magic because I only just thought about church when the club's second truck drove into the gas station. Prospects Spencer, Ian, and Robert jump out and head towards me.

Ian speaks right before the three of them reach me. “Sorry we are late, Truck. We will be here with you for the next three days. If you give us orders for the morning, we’ll be here early.”

The next forty minutes I show the three prospects what needs dragging outside. What will need to be thrown into the dumpsters when they arrive, and what needs painting when Rum brings the paint tomorrow. That will all be an enormous help, and I can clear the jungle of weeds at the side of the property…or I could get a landscape company to come and clear the shit away!

Bull had left three hours earlier, and I am not getting involved in his business. He’s the boss of the recovery business, and although I’ve always worked recovery, I’m not at this point, so I’m keeping my head down and nose out of his business.

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