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I fuckin’ memorized it. “Yup. So she does the usual PI shit; infidelity and divorce, child custody, court research, trace services and background checks. My personal favorite is surveillance; I can just imagine her on a stakeout with binoculars and a camera.” I chuckle at the thought. It’s hot.

“Jesus, bro. You got it bad for this chick?”

“Nah, just tryin’ to be a nice guy.”

He snorts. “Right.”

I get up from the desk. I’m not entirely happy about Rock looking at my girl online and seeing all her private information, but he has an ol’ lady. He’s only doing what I asked him to.

“Appreciate it.”

He snags a donut from the box and shovels almost all of it into his mouth. “Anythin’ else?”

“Whatever you can dig up, even some shit on her sister, though she didn’t give me her name.”

“That won’t be hard to find out. I’ll check out her employment and past boyfriends, though I’m sure Star has all of that covered. A fresh set of eyes never hurt anyone.”

I give him a chin lift. “Thanks, Rock.”

“Bring donuts anytime.”

I wander back up the hallway and toward the bar. Amber, one of the bar staff, is cleaning up as I pass by. I’ve gotta get to my shop so I don’t have time to stop.

“You good, sweet cheeks?” I call as I pass by.

“Hey, Nevada. I’m good, honey.”

Amber’s a good girl. Being one of the staff, she’s not sleeping around with any of the guys, though lord knows she could if she wanted to. A few guys have been sniffing around but she stands her ground. Then there’s Payden, Luna’s lawyer friend. I’m pretty sure my fellow Tail Gunner, Bronco, has had the hots for her for a little while, he just won’t do anything about it. Chicken shit is what I call it.

I need to seek out Cash and get some advice because I know I won’t be able to sit still until Rock gets me that information. Or I could just go and tinker around in my workshop. I have a diesel shop right next to Tag and Hawk’s auto shop. I only deal with heavy haulage like trucks and busses, and I’ve now got the contract for Rock’s Trucks ‘n Haulage; a business the club bought into a year ago. Now Rock has the freedom to do what he loves doing; hacking. And the club takes care of the day to day running of the shop along with the tow truck service. So that all keeps me busy and that’s how I like it.

Bronco and Riot help out, along with any prospects who need to fill in some time. Usually I leave the easy shit to them, like changing oil or getting supplies because I don’t trust anyone with mechanics unless it’s me. Pretty much, it’s my own show and that’s exactly how I like it.

I get to work, pulling on my coveralls as I start servicing the truck brought in yesterday. I don’t have any office staff as Jas does all of that from her office at the clubhouse, and we don’t take on any new business right now because I’ve enough to do.

“Hey,” I hear a voice call across the workshop floor.

I glance up and see West, aka Hustler, walking toward me. He’s a good guy, and while I did see him and my mom dancing at Priest’s wedding, I’m fairly sure my mom’s not doing other shit with him. In fact, I know she didn’t last night because I drove her home to my place where she’s currently staying. Still. I joked about my mom being single a few months ago, and it seems Hustler was paying attention.

I’m in two minds if to bring it up. I like the guy, but I also don’t want my mom being hurt or taken advantage of. I don’t care how old this guy is, if he hurts my mother I will knock him the fuck out. He’s obviously older than me, twice my age in fact, but all the women swoon because he’s got that whole silver fox thing going on with his hair and beard. He also works out and I swear to God he’s in better shape than I am.

“How’s it goin’, Hust?” I ask, glancing up from working on the brake components.

“Good. Cash said you might need a hand and I’ve got a few hours up my sleeve if you need it.”

This is what happens in the club; everyone helps everyone else out, no matter if that’s their day job. Some of us are busier than others, and ever since West was offered a spot within the MC, he’s been helping out everywhere he can. His background is motorcycle repair, so Hawk and Tag are always glad when he’s around, but he’s old school and pretty much does anything.

“You joinin’ us for real?”

“Looks like it.” He grins.

We clasp hands. “Nice.”

“Where’d you like me?”

“Got some old tires out the side that need to go into the dumpster. Recyclin’ company will be here tomorrow to collect.”

“Got it.”

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