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And I’m glad Merc has someone older and trustworthy to talk to, since he won’t talk to me about this girl trouble he’s in. Hopefully Matt gives him good advice. God knows I’m no expert on matters of the heart.
I gave my heart away long ago, to Jarett, and I have little hope of ever getting it back.
Shaking off the morose thoughts, I climb off the bus and walk briskly across the street and into the dim interior of the workshop. It’s a familiar place for me these days—the gutted cars, the shelves overflowing with car parts and tools, the smell of oil and gasoline.
I don’t see anyone around, not even my sister who sometimes helps out with the paperwork. The small office is empty, the computer screen dark.
I enter the second bay, and there they are, huddled around an exposed car engine, three heads bent together, one dark and two blond. The dark one is Matt, the one with the ponytail is Kaden, his brother, and the other is Merc.
Score.
I wander closer, peek at the engine. It looks… perfectly engine-like to me. “What’s wrong with it?” I ask, and have the satisfaction of seeing them all jump.
Nothing like some good old boy torture, especially when it comes to family members. I mean, who can you play pranks on if not your own brother?
“Gigi,” said brother mutters.
“In the flesh.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I thought you might need help fixing this engine? No? I was just checking.” I wink at Kaden who’s pretty hot, but sadly married and also sort of like a brother to me, too. “Then I guess you’re all fine.”
Kaden laughs.
Matt looks confused. “Did you need something? Octavia is at home with the kids, she didn’t come in today.”
“I just wanted to talk to my brother.”
Merc’s attention is back on the engine, so I kick at him. He looks up, startled. “What? Me?”
“I only have the one brother. Well, apart from our douche half-brother.”
Yeah, we have a half-brother back in Destiny. Ross, the bully. My sister wants to save him, but I doubt that’s possible, or desirable. Let him rot there.
Merc gives a long-suffering sigh, but then shoots me a grin. “What’s up?”
“I want to talk to you alone.” I grab his hand and tug. “Come on.”
“But…”
“Just for five minutes, Mercury.”
“Go on,” Matt says, his gaze amused. “The engine will still be here after five minutes.”
This time Merc’s sigh is heavier, but he lets me pull him away and into the small, stuffy office. “What do you want, Gigi?”
I let go of his bigger hand and close the door, then start pacing up and down the scant five feet between the desk and the wall, chewing on the end of my ponytail.
Where to start?
“Gigi.” Merc parks his ass on the desk and folds his arms over his chest. “What is the matter? You okay?”
“I’m fine.” I wave an impatient hand at him. “It’s just… something you said the other night. About Jarett.”
“Shit, again with that guy?” Merc growls a curse. “He’s bad news, sis.”
“About that.” I turn toward him and fold my arms under my breasts, mirroring his pose. “Tell me what you know. You said something about a gang.”
