Page 56 of Saint's Sinner

“And your idea of steering clear was to try and hook up with another club?”

“Look man, I didn’t even know this was a biker bar when Teddy brought me over here,” Scout said with obvious attitude Saint hoped he got in check before Mark snatched him up and booted him out the door. “I just need a job. You don’t want a prospect, fine with me. I’m good with that.”

“A prospect huh? Teddy what made you think this would be a good idea and where the fuck did you meet him?”

“Down at the Piggly Wiggly staring at the help wanted board,” Teddy admitted. “You’re always on the lookout for prospect material so I figured why not. He needs a job, he rides, and he’s been around clubs before. It sounded like a good enough mix that I thought you’d want to give him a shot.”

“And what, exactly does he ride?”

“She’s a bit of a rat bike but reliable as hell,” Scout said. “My brother and me put her together.”

“Same brother that ordered you away from his club?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you ever think that might have been for your own good?”

Saint turned at the sound of Night’s voice and gestured to the seat beside him, which Night took without another word. Scout blinked at the question, squared his shoulders, and shot Night a dirty look, hand twitching like he wanted to flip the man off.

“She parked outside?” Mark asked.

“Yeah.”

“Show me.”

Scout nodded and came out from behind the bar in weathered blue jeans to snatch a jacket off one of the stools he passed. It was about three sizes two big when he pulled it on. He was shorter than everyone but Kat, and only had her five-foot six frame beat by about two inches. Scuffed leather boots rounded out his attire and Saint caught sight of a chain running from his pocket to his beltloop, a medallion with a weird symbol hanging from one of the links. Saint followed Scout outside with Night at his side, Kat and Teddy trailing behind them. From the furious hiss of words being exchanged, Saint got the sense that Teddy was being chewed out again.

Outside, Scout led the way to an impressively assembled array of Harley parts, all from vintage eras. Mark said little as they walked around it, inspecting the pieces, but Saint could see his brother’s expression tightening into a pinched frown.

“Where’d you get the parts to put something like this together?” Mark asked once he’d examined it all.

“Scrapyard.”

Mark let loose a rough chuckle as one eyebrow shot up. “Okay, you’ve got me curious. Some of these pieces are next to impossible to locate. I should know. We’ve been hunting for at least three of them for months.”

“Guess I got lucky then.”

“Luck like that, maybe we need to take a little trip out to Vegas and see what else you can pull off.”

It was an odd thing, to see Scout glance down at himself then blush a little, like what they’d been talking about removing were his clothes.

“I’m not passing through, if that’s what you’re wondering. I’m good with my hands, I know my way around motorcycles, and I work hard,” Scout said. “I’ll do whatever job you need me to do. I just really need the work.”

“He offered to be the janitor,” Kat added with a wicked smirk.”

“Really,” Mark replied, stroking his goatee. “In that case, you’re hired.’

“Shit, seriously, thank you,” Scout said, lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. “I swear, you won’t regret it.”

“I better not,” Mark said. “Because if I do, that means bad news for you.”

Chapter 20

(Night)

Don’t Bite Off More Than You Can Chew

“This doesn’t concern you!” Teddy hissed. “What are you doing lurking around while they talk to Scout?”

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