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“Okay, we tried it your way, Skid, now we’ll go at it mine. Get the bolt cutters, we’ll cut off her fingers till she rats on who she’s working for.” My feet lift off the ground before Chop even finishes his sentence, and a lump blocks my throat when he pulls me through the garage door and slams my ass onto a stool.
Standing in front of me, he looks so brutal, but I won’t give him my fear. So I stare right back at him.
“Was it you that took the battery from the ranger last week?” he asks, and instead of answering, I fold my arms.
“Look at her, Chop, I've seen more meat on a stray fuckin’ dog… You can’t punish a kid.” The nicer guy, ‘Skid’, steps in front of Chop.
“You hungry, darlin'?” He tips his chin at me, and my stomach grumbling at the mention of food answers the question for me.
“Let me go get someone to fix you up a sandwich, then maybe you might want to tell us who sent you here to steal them parts.” He disappears, leaving me alone with the scowling one.
“My brother may be soft as shit, but if you don’t start giving me answers, I promise I’ll cut ‘em out of you, lil’ bitch.” He looks a little disappointed when my face shows him no fear. But this man knows shit all about me. He won’t understand that there ain't much he could do to me that I ain’t already suffered.
Skid returns a short time later, carrying a plate in one hand and a soda in the other. I manage to take the time to fake him a smile before snatching the plate off him and devouring the sandwich in seconds. I know it’s gonna make my belly ache, and there’s every chance I could throw it back up. But I’m starving and surprisingly, it tastes really good.
“You know much about cars?” Skid asks, and I shrug my shoulders again, this time it’s not because I don’t want to answer, my mouth’s just too crammed with food… The truth is, I do know about cars, I used to watch my dad for hours when he was working. But he doesn’t do that no more. These days I’ll be lucky to see him out of bed.
“If you’re stealing these parts because you need money, maybe we can help you,” Skid suggests.
“What the fuck? Did you hit ya head, Skid? She’s a thief.” Chop slams both his fists down into the workstation.
“We could use some help around here.” Skid ignores the outburst. “Just a few afternoons a week. You could stop by when ya finish school. You might learn something and once you’ve paid off what you’ve stolen from us already, we’ll start paying you for your time.”
His offer sounds appealing. I could sure use the cash.
“Ten dollars, a sandwich, and soda… each day, and I’ll be here.” I stare Skid right between his eyes so he knows that I mean business.
His lips raise into a smile. “Got yaself a deal, little lady.” He spits onto his greasy palm then holds it out for me to shake.
“I never said anything about this being okay,” Chop growls.
“Wind it in, Chop, you made me partner remember. I’ll take responsibility for the girl.”
It’s strange, but I like how that sounds. I can’t remember the last time anyone had been responsible for me.
“You’re getting a good deal…” I spit on my own palm and slam it into Skid’s before he can change his mind. “…I already know how to strip an engine.”
“This is on you.” Chop prods his finger hard into Skid’s chest before he storms out and leaves us alone.
“Don’t mind him, he’s always like that.” Skid pulls me up off the stool so I’m standing on my feet.
“Here,” he passes me a socket. “I’m gonna filter this out, and you can tell me what you already know.”
“He’ll be back,” a voice comes from nowhere. And when I spin around, Jessie, the Dirty Souls VP, is resting against the office door.
He’s been the one helping me out the most since Skid lost himself.
“In the meantime, you need anything—”
“Just had the same speech from Skid,” I quickly cut him off. “I need anything, I'll deal with it myself.” Last thing I want is to be in debt to these guys. I’ve helped them out a few times in the past, but only because I wanted to. I’m not stupid enough to forget how dangerous these men are, or the power they hold over town.
“Skid told me you’d say that.” Jessie smirks, pushing his shoulder off the doorframe and grabbing his overalls.
I take a glance across the yard to where Nyx and his brother, Brax, are talking around their bikes. Squealer steps out of the club door, stretching his arms up over his head then scrubbing his eyes like he’s seeing daylight for the first time. He’s followed out by one of the club’s lap bitches, and he slaps her ass before lighting himself up a smoke.
The sound of another bike approaching draws my attention away, and I watch its rider park up beside Nyx. When he gets off, he lifts his head slightly as a greeting to the others before he heads inside.
Grimm’s different from the other brothers, his body is more athletic than bulky, but he comes across equally as powerful. His stare leaves a frost where it touches, but just lately whenever I’ve felt it on me, it’s burned.
