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“What’s his story. I mean, I’ve heard things but I want to know it from you.”
“Basically, his old club stabbed him in the back, not really sure what happened there, but I’m guessing that he ended up doing some time for some bullshit they pinned on him. His old club is no longer together.”
“I like the guy. I know I’m probably not supposed to say that out loud yet, but I do,” Mouse said tossing his two cents in.
I shrugged. It wasn’t like his opinion swayed mine at all and I was sure that was why he didn’t hold back about it.
“I think Iron and Mason would work well together. Mason seems intense but he actually comes off as laid-back once you get to know him. Iron is very gruff but he’s also really caring. I don’t know, I just see the two of them running the club the way I’d like to see it run. Not that it’s not good the way it is now. I’m just saying that Mason would be a good addition to the table.” That was the truth of how I felt.
“Exactly,” Mouse said like I’d taken the words out of his mouth.
“I feel like Iron is going to call for a vote soon,” Knight said and it didn’t slip by me that he hadn’t shared his feelings on the matter. “I’m just ready to have everything done so we can move on and focus on other shit.”
“I hear that,” I said as I reached for my wallet and pulled out some cash. “Alright, work calls.” I tossed the money on the table and got to my feet. I left the two of them there to chat while I made my way out to my bike.
“Oh, hey, man,” Lake said as I walked into the garage.
“Hey,” I said with a chin jerk.
“You got some parts in this morning. I set the boxes on your workbench.”
“Thanks, brother,” I said and made my way over to my space.
I wasted no time tearing open the boxes. Some of these parts I wouldn’t need until after I finished the paint job, but I still wanted to check them all over.
Before I even pulled out the tail light covers, I knew they were wrong.
“What the hell?” I muttered as I snatched them up and was all prepared to march my ass to the office to make a not-so-nice call. They were clearly for a later model than the one I was working on.
“Somethin’ wrong?” Lake asked from across the garage and even though he was a good ten feet away, I could still hear the fact that he was trying his hardest to hold back a laugh.
“Lake,” I said with a warning in my tone.
“What?” he called back doing his best to sound like an innocent kid.
“Why am I holding seventy-threes in my hand when I’m not only working on a sixty-nine, but know I ordered that year as well?”
“I don’t know, man.”
Oh, he knew. He fucking knew it was wrong and there was something going on right now. But I didn’t understand what the hell it was that I was missing.
“You sure it’s not a seventy-three?” Brand’s voice said from behind me as he walked into the open bay door.
I whipped around like I had been bitten by a snake.
“You fucker,” I said and started laughing so hard I almost had to bend over. “Good one. Guess you figured it out, huh?”
“Yeah,” Brand said nodding his head and looking a little less than thrilled at the whole thing. “I was talking about it with this guy I was tattooing last week. And he informed me that there was no way it could have been a seventy-nine because there is no such thing as a nineteen seventy-nine Chevelle.”
“That’s great,” I said laughing again. “Sorry, dude.”
I wasn’t sorry. I only wished I could have been there to see that moment.
“You got me back,” I pointed out. However, it almost didn’t seem like it was even.
“You’re an asshole,” he said with a smile and we clapped each other on the back as a sign that it was all good.
“Your real parts are in the office,” Lake said as he shook his head at us.
