Page 12 of Sniper

A few years ago, when Hairy had betrayed us, Snake went to Devil’s Temptation, the strip club we own, to wallow, and locked eyes with Sarah. She was there for a bachelorette party.

The idiot ended up fucking her frenemy, the bride to fucking be and a woman who became a clubwhore, thinking it was Sarah because of the hair color. After he realized he’d fucked the wrong woman, they hadn’t seen each other since…until I hired her here as a receptionist.

She’d just graduated from school and hadn’t gained the necessary experience to become a mechanic, but I liked how hard she was working. I knew she’d fit in well here, and she does.

When we brought Snake to the garage and introduced them, he instantly claimed her and fought for her, and she gave him a chance, but then the fucker fucked up. His ex-fling, Amber, who, yes, I fucked a few times, got in his head.

Sarah’s little sister Mary was fifteen years old and had cancer. Obviously, that’s a sore subject for my brother, having had cancer himself, and he believed Sarah had lied to him to get his attention. Until he saved her from getting hit by a car and found out Mary passed away as Sarah watched.

It’s then he realized he was a fucking idiot, and has been trying to win her back since.

Fucker has a long road ahead of him.

“Stupid, stupid men!” Sarah snaps, and I roll out from under the Mustang, and raise a brow at her.

She shakes her head at me.

“Don’t look at me like that; you know I love you. I mean, I’m here, aren’t I?”

I smirk. “Yeah, but only because the fuckers you tried to dump my garage for nearly killed you….”

She winces and pushes her curly blonde hair out of her face, stating, “Touché.”

She thought leaving the garage and working elsewhere was a better option, hoping to get over Snake. Instead, she got herself in danger when she realized they were smuggling drugs in the vehicles, and the owner attacked her.

She got fucking lucky.

After that, she moved in with my brother but has still been cold with him, making him sweat.

I chuckle, roll back under the car, and ask, “Have you let my big brother off the hook yet, sister?”

She hums, and I can hear the smile in her voice as she admits, “I did when he saved me from that jackass and held me up after losing Mary. I’m just making him work for it.”

I laugh. See? Fucking fierce….

“You keep making him work, darling,” I grunt, knocking the exhaust of the Mustang, and parts of metal start to drop off.

Fuck me, did they take a sledgehammer to it? The thing is fucked and needs replacing, but the fucking car lift has stopped only a few inches off the ground.

“Sniper, when will Larry come out and look at the lift? I don’t feel comfortable with you getting hurt, and doing an exhaust like that is dangerous,” she states, and I groan, rolling back out from underneath the car.

Standing, I sigh. “This afternoon. I just wanted to see how bad the thing was, and it's fucking rusted through.” She nods, then tilts her head, batting her eyelids, and I groan again. “Whatever it is, it’s a no….”

She pouts. “You’re acting like I’m about to ask you to run around the club butt naked again….”

I snort. “Exactly, again. And I only did it because you wanted to get back at Snake for being a dick and needed a distraction. I’m not doing that shit again, Sarah. I’m pretty sure I traumatized my mother.”

She grins wide. “It was a good day, though….”

I chuckle, nodding. She spraypainted Snake's office bright pink—paint everywhere. It was fucking funny, that’s for sure.

“What’re you after?” I ask, wiping my hands.

She grins. “A mocha latte and triple chocolate muffin.”

I chuckle. “And you can’t go because?” I raise a brow and ask, “Who’s the boss here, you or me?”

She grins. “Well, obviously, you’re the boss, but I need to call the sedan's owner and tell them what the delivery driver did. The scratch goes from the hood to the trunk, and it’s deep. I got the driver's details, so they can’t sue us, but….”

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