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I twisted my mouth to one side, hiding my smirk. “No, not really. I’m not even sure I know what that means.”
He chuckled. “Means what it means, I suppose. There’s stuff you don’t need to know because you ain’t part of our crew. But I suppose it doesn’t hurt to tell ya a little, just to make sure you’re comfortable. My wife says we’re too hush-hush about stuff that ain’t that important.”
I considered him. It was hard to imagine any of these hard ass bikers being married, but if I had to choose any out of the bunch that might be, it’d be him. He wasn’t as terrifying as the rest.
“The reason we wanna work with you is cause there’s an asshole out there who likes to fuck with us. He’s gotten a mole in here before and we don't trust him not to try again.”
Frowning, I stopped alongside the ladder as he unlocked the chain that was blocking it off. “What does that have to do with me?”
“Hammer wouldn’t be caught dead workin’ with a woman unless she was workin’ the streets, if ya know what I mean.”
I made a face. “I think I can figure it out. So you guys want to work with me because I’m a woman?”
When he nodded, I huffed out a laugh. “That’s a first. Usually it’s the opposite.”
He sighed heavily. “Yeah, I figured as much. Sorry about when you got here. I was just surprised. I wasn’t lookin’ to drop the job just cause you ain’t a guy. When you signed your emails with the name Sam, I was expecting someone else.”
“I do that on purpose. I’ve had people ask me to send my manager without even giving me a shot because I’m a woman. They’re more likely to let me do my job if I show up. They don’t want to admit to my face that they don’t want me merely because of my gender.”
He grimaced. “Sounds like a pain in the ass.”
I hummed my response. It was kind of annoying, but I was used to it at this point. They’d probably leave me alone if I dressed more masculine, but apparently feminine electricians are rare and they don’t know what to do with me when I show up. Even when I wore my work polo and no makeup, I was too girly for the job.
CHAPTER 14
CLINK
Reaper waited until Sam was out of sight before turning to face me, the betrayal and fury written across his face. The guilt sat in the pit of my stomach like a heavy weight and I fought back a grimace.
“I swear, I had a reason.”
He scoffed. “This’ll be fucking good. Name it.”
A muscle ticked in my jaw as I fought to keep myself in check. I was already fucked after that whole speech. If I kept going, Reaper wouldn’t hesitate to boot me from the club.
“I can’t deal with Hammer and get sober at the same time. It’s a distraction I don’t need right now. I’ll join the hunt, we’ll nail his ass, and then I’ll get sober.”
He made an irritated sound, crossing his arms over his chest. “Fuck that. You’re not going anywhere near the hunt high. You’re not doing anything. Not until you get this shit back under control. I’ll talk to Croy about–”
“No!” I whipped my head up, not above begging. Not when it came to keeping my crew out of it. I needed to do this on my own, without them constantly staring at me, waiting for me to fail.
“There’s not a fucking chance I’m just going to walk away, Clink. And I’ve got shit to do. So either we tell Croy so the crew can watch out for you, or I’ll send you to the rehab Quinn’s mom is at.”
Yeah, that wasn’t going to fucking happen. I needed to be here. With Hammer circling, it was dangerous as fuck, and I wasn’t going to leave my brothers down a man.
“I can handle it on my own, Reap–”
“No. You can’t. I gave you your options. Fucking pick one,” he snarled.
Neither of them worked for me, not if I wanted to keep this to myself. The guys would need to know why I went missing for weeks on end, especially Croy.
“Come on, Reap… Don’t do this to me.”
His fierce expression never wavered. “Pick. One.”
My mind scrambled for an option, any option that didn't involve my crew, but I came up blank. I ran my fingers roughly through my hair, scowling at the floor.
“I can’t fucking do this if everyone is going to be staring at me, waiting for me to fuck up,” I muttered.
