The Widowmakers' vest-or cut, as Sonny had corrected me back at Mayhem my first night. He had on grease stained jeans, a t-shirt that had once been white, and a distressed leather vest with multiple patches. The man looked to be in his late fifties, face weathered, expression telling me he wasn’t much of a grinner unlike his younger companion. “Hey beautiful ,” he murmured with a head nod as the older man turned his attention to me as well. Trip turned around, his expression smothered in frustration and what I thought could be anger at first before he spotted me. Settling on being rude over being nosey, I cleared my throat and forced a grin on my face. There were two Harleys parked inside with Trip and an older looking man with what had once been brown hair that was now streaked with gray, standing together and talking in low tones. With a light smack to his shoulder blade, I told Sonny I’d see him later and made my way across the forecourt to the last open bay. I owe you.” For a bunch of things but I didn’t have a doubt he was absolutely not keeping track of. ' Your tires need to be rotated while we’re at it. “We’ll come in the morning and I’ll do it for you tomorrow.” “Ris, I’m a mechanic.” I knew this but it didn't mean I wanted to take advantage of him by asking. 'You're a pain in the ass, kid.' He let out a deep sigh, placing a hand on top of my head and shaking it. “No, you know I just like cracking jokes about car repair.” “I keep forgetting to ask you, do you know where I can get an oil change for pretty cheap?”

I thanked him before remembering what I’d been putting off for days. He’s probably down at the last lift with him.” 'Good girl.' Sonny looked over his shoulder, scanning the remaining open bays down the side of the building after he’d glared at some of the employees looking in our direction.

'He just pretends I don't exist and I mess stuff up because I don't ask.'

“He asked me to drop it off,” I informed him, proud of myself for not calling Dex a dick when I had the chance. He shot me an easy smile before gazing down at the package. “Not that it’s not nice to see you, or that I haven’t been planning on coming to visit you since we work like right next door.” “I have to give this to someone named Luther.” I held the envelope up to his face.

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