Page 18 of Q: Satan's Fury MC

“My what?”

“Don’t worry about it. The brothers can fix it.”

“But I can’t afford to...”

“It’s all good. We got you covered.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” He gave me a reassuring smile, then opened my door. “This won’t take long. Why don’t you go wait in my truck?”

I nodded, then got out and rushed over to his truck. Once I was inside, I closed the door, then turned and looked out the back window, watching as they hooked the chain to the hitch on Smokey’s truck. Once they had it secured, Hayes got in my car to steer while Smokey got in his truck and started driving toward town.

We hadn’t gotten far when Smokey turned to me and said, “It’s late. I’ll drop you off at your place, and Beau can swing by and pick you up in the morning.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Nope, it won’t be a problem at all.”

“That would be great. I really appreciate it.” I brought my hand up to my mouth as I yawned. “I didn’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t come along.”

“Guess it was a good thing Q gave me a call.” Smokey’s eyes skirted over to me as he asked, “Is it just me or is there something going on between you two?”

“Between me and Q?No. No. Not at all,” I gasped. “I don’t even know him, and I have no intention of getting to know him. I’m done with men. I’ve been burned one too many times, and I’d just rather be alone.”

“I see.” Smokey turned his attention back to the road as he said, “Well, if you ever decide to take a chance, you should know he’s one of the good ones.”

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

Smokey had no reason to lie to me, but I found it hard to believe that Q was this great guy who I could trust wholeheartedly. Hell, I found it hard to believe that there was any man I could trust to that degree which is why I refused to take a chance on him.

Even if I really wanted to.

Q

“We got the radiator hose replaced but...”

“But?”

“The tires are in rough shape. I’d say they got about a couple hundred miles left on ‘em, maybe less.” Torch glanced over at Savage as he asked, “What were you saying about the water pump?”

“Damn thing’s starting to flake. Won’t be long before it’s shot.”

Savage was the spitting image of his ol’ man. He was tall with the same athletic build. Hell, he even had Cotton’s thick, unruly hair, and just like his father, he was good at fixing shit. His true talent just happened to be with engines—something he and Torch had picked up from Torch’s ol’ man. Clutch had always had a special touch with engines, which was one of the many reasons he was such a good Road Captain.

Torch and Savage both worked on all our bikes and vehicles, so I knew I could trust them when they told me about the work that needed to be done. I knew I didn’t owe Jules anything, none of us did, but for some crazy reason, it didn’t feel right returning her car when it was still fucked up. I knew Jules wouldn’t like it, but I couldn’t stop myself from telling Savage, “Go on and fix it, and try to be quick about it. She’s gonna need her car to get back and forth from work.”

“Should be able to get it done by the end of the day... If I can get the damn parts. Darrel’s stock has been running low for months now.”

“Yeah, I know. Just do the best you can.”

“You got it.”

Without saying anything more, he and Torch walked out of the family room and headed back out to the garage. Once they were gone, I turned back to Stitch and Maverick and found them both staring at me with goofy smirks on their faces. I knew they were about to give me a hard time, so I held up my hand and said, “Don’t start with me.”

“What?” Maverick’s smirk grew even wider as he teased, “We were just about to go grab some breakfast. Thought we’d see if you and your new girlfriend might wanna come with.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” I thought about our last exchange as I told him, “Hell, she’s not even a friend.”

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