Of all the times to say something, now would be the perfect time. I’m running off adrenaline, and I’m checking my mirrors every two seconds to see if we’re being followed.
“There’s nothing we can do.” Hunter replies.
“What do you mean, there’s nothing we can do? Are they coming after us?”
How is Hunter so calm right now? This is a time to freak out.
“No, the debt just got bigger.”
Fuck.
ELEVEN
MILA
Nothing says grounded like spending your Saturday morning sitting in your car outside a biker club.
Hunter texted me last night and told me what happened at The Shed. It’s been over a week since we were together at my new house. My dad hasn’t let me off my grounding, so I go to school, then come straight back home. My new home, which is something I have forgotten, driving back to my old home a few times on accident. I call that my auto mode. I start thinking about stuff, and next thing I know, I’m pulling into the driveway and realizing I made a mistake.
So, I couldn’t help last night when I found out the debt just got bigger. I hated that I couldn’t be there for Roman. I knew he would be beating himself up for what happened. It’s not his fault, and I want him to know that. I tried to call him, but he wouldn’t answer. According to Hunter, he’d locked himself in his room and wouldn’t talk to him or Jace, who was thankfully there to help.
The mechanic’s shop at The Sons of Death MC is open, and I can see some guys in leather cuts working on a silver sedan and a bike. I get out of my car and close the door. Taking a deep breath, I plaster on a smile as I turn toward the shop and make my way over.
I’m in my skinny jeans and a pink top, going with the power of looking sexy and cute. The questions I’m going to ask are ones I don’t think they are willing to hand out to just anyone. But maybe they will be willing to blab them to me.
The smell of motor oil hits me as I approach the open roller door. An older guy with gray hair and tattoos sees me first, and he clears his throat as he stands.
Grabbing a dirty rag and wiping his hands off, he walks over to me with a grin on his face. “Well, hello, little lady. Is there something wrong with your car?”
I smile up at him and twirl my hair around my finger. “No, I was just wondering if Pinkie was around.”
“Pinkie?” He scrunches his nose as he looks me up and down.
I flutter my lashes and nod. “Yeah, Pinkie. Is he here?”
I feel someone approaching before I see them. Another guy slowly comes up from behind me, and I turn, watching him. My heart starts to race.
He’s young—I would say in his early twenties—with a thin build, but the definition in his arms isn’t like Roman’s or Hunter’s. These muscles weren’t made in a gym; they’ve been made from hard work and lifting heavy stuff in the shop. Black tattoos cover his skin. No color at all. The one on his throat is a heap of skulls in a pile. Yeah, that’s scary but his lip ring is hot at the same time.
His green eyes don’t even blink as he comes closer. The way he stalks toward me makes me feel a little nervous. I now feel way underdressed.
I take a step back, and the older guy grumbles deeply, “Bones. Stop scaring the girl.”
Bones stops and blinks finally. He looks me up and down and nods. What the hell does that mean?
“Go and get Pinkie,” the older guy tells Bones. “Tell him he’s got a girl out here looking for him.”
Bones bites his lip ring and backs up a few steps, not taking his eyes from me until he turns. Fuck…why’s that so scary hot? I take a deep breath and look around.
“Don’t worry about Bones. Guy’s got a few screws loose, but he’s fairly harmless.”
Well, that’s not reassuring at all. I just nod and smile. He just watches me as he gets back to work, and I stand there, feeling out of place in the workshop.
Maybe this wasn’t the best plan. I didn’t really think it through for very long. But I need to get to the Amato family boss and ask them to give Roman a break.
The guys are still at Hunter’s; they’re too scared to leave. So, I thought if I could get the Amato Family address, then I’d pay them a visit and offer some money. Like ten grand to start, to get them off our backs for a bit. Yeah, it’s a long shot, but it’s the only thing I can think of right now. I hate how they have targeted Roman, and I need them to stop.
Only, I don’t have their address, and the only people that I know, that might are The Sons of Death. Hence, why I’m here early on a Saturday morning. They know Roman here. Pinkie does, at least. They lived in the same trailer park growing up, and a bunch of them turned out to support Roman at his dad’s funeral. And his football game.
