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“Fuck.” He grabbed the back of his neck and looked up at the ceiling. “Take fifteen, but stay in the building,” he shouted to his employees.
The mechanics shuffled out of the car bays, grumbling about missing the action.
“I’m going to go lock up. Let me know when Marco’s here.”
“You got it, Chase.”
“Where are we?” I trailed my fingers over the hood of a cherry-red Mustang. I knew nothing about cars, but I did know pretty things, and that car was a beaut.
“Juniper Automotive. They’re a friend to the family.”
“Ah.”
It wasn’t long until car doors opened and closed outside, and one of the bay doors rolled up.
“You okay, Red?” Marco gave me a quick once over, his shoulders relaxing when he found no wounds.
“Just peachy.”
Marco grabbed Tommy’s shoulder and pulled him into a quiet conversation. Tommy nodded and left the building. “I’ve got Frankie at the house checking everything out. Once it’s all-clear, Tommy will take you home, and I’ll follow.”
“Marco. I thought we had a deal.” Chase called out from the doorway of his office. “After hours and make a phone call before.” The man joined us near the Mustang, buffing away what I assumed were my fingerprints.
“It was an emergency. This is Luca’s wife.”
Chase turned my way, his bright eyes assessing me. “Well, shit. Should I tell the guys to get the big guns out?”
“Shouldn’t be necessary. We’ve got the guys who—” Marco jerked his chin toward my ruined SUV. “Just waiting on the all-clear at the house.”
“You need me to call in my brothers?”
“Not yet, but I’ll keep it in mind.”
Chase nodded. “You do that.” His face finally slipped into a smile as he looked back at me. And wow, what a smile. “It was nice meeting you.” He gave me a brief nod, then went back to his office.
“Is he in a gang or something?”
“Or something. His brother runs a motorcycle club up in Kirksville. Real one percenters. We have a mutually beneficial relationship.” Marco’s phone vibrated in his hand, and he quickly read a text. “We’re good to go."
Marco started toward the door, and I grabbed his arm. “You’re sure it’s safe.”
“Absolutely.”
The silent part was that I was as safe as the wife to a mafia don could be, which wasn’t that safe. But at least I had guards with guns prowling my yard.
