Page 2 of Xactly What She Needs

“Thanks for the tip,” I growl past the burning sensation going on in my mouth.

“With the way your day is goin’, you really think you should be headin’ to a place full of needles?" hecackles, actually fucking cackles.

My eyes turn to slits. “As opposed to being in a garage full of heavy machinery waiting to take me out?”

He tilts his head. “Fair point,” he states before walking back to the garage and leaving me with blissful silence.

Plus, it’s not like my day can get any worse.

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The second I had thought those words, I knew I had fucked up. You never tempt fate like that. I know better, but it still didn’t stop me. I regret that now. Not only did I walk back to the garage and almost immediately drop a wrench on my foot, but while jumping from the shock, okay pain, I managed to also back into a shelf. Which would’ve been fine if I hadn’t dropped the hood on my finger earlier, making me forget to tighten the cap in the oil I was using. Needless to say, I was drenched in oil and looked like someone was about to throw feathers on me.

After that, I said screw it and went home to shower. Again, a mistake, since one of my pipes decided to fucking burst, practically flooding my entire bathroom. Ever try to fix a pipe while covered in oil and water? Yeah, not an easy experience. One that resulted in me banging my head on my sink more than three times. I’m still not sure how I remained conscious.

Which brings me to my newest disaster of being halfway to Edge’s shop, on my bike as it started to downpour. And I’m not talking a little sprinkle, oh no, not today. It’s coming down like a fucking hurricane is on the horizon or some shit. I don’t even doubt that there’s probably Ebola in the rain, specifically meant to kill me. I would expect nothing less at this point.

Imanagedto pull into the parking lot at the shop, a small miracle, and turn off my bike. I take off my helmet and decide to take it with me since I don’t want it completely soggy for my ride home. Not that it really matters at this point but whatever.

I walk through the door, and everyone stops and stares at me. Most of the faces are smirking, but at least two of them look concerned. I hold up my hand not carrying my helmet, “Not a word,” I growl.

“You look like a drowned rat.” Edge chuckles while standing next to Marrow who is currently holding his daughter. The same daughter I came to see figuring she would brighten my day.

“No shit,” I retort as I drop my helmet on the mat by the door.

Blaze and JT look as though they’re having a silent conversation about my misery while sitting on the couch. Their snickering is only confirming my thoughts. I send a scowl their way that only makes their smiles widen.

“Ever thinkof checkinga weather report?” Marrow grins shamelessly knowing that I can’t smack him while he’s holding Mikkey. Yup, Kea decided that’s what her nickname is going to be, serial killer obsessed freak.

I nod my thanks as Cadie hands me a towel. “It was fine when I left my place,” I grumble as I scrub the towel across my head and face.

“What happened to your head?” Cadie gasps, looking at me with wide eyes.

“He was unfortunately born like that.” Blaze chimes in, looking way too proud of himself. And to think, I actually missed his ass while he was away.

I glare at him before turning to the only person who seems to care about me. “I hit my head a few times.”

“Is that when you bumped into the shelf and spilled oil all over yourself?” Marrow asks gleefully. I really need to get some new friends. Mine, suck.

“No,” I say through gritted teeth, “this happened when I got home and took a shower.”

“You knocked yourself out in the shower?” Edge downright laughs.

I run my tongue across my teeth. I take a deep breath and pray for patience. “No, I hit my head on the sink a few times because I was still fucking covered in oil while trying to fix the busted pipe trying to turn my bathroom into a swimming pool.”

“And after all of that, you still thought it would be a good idea to get on your bike?” JT asks in an unusually serious tone.

I shrug. “Might as well. Everything has been trying to kill me today. Might as well make it easier for karma or fate or whatever the fuck is haunting me today.” I scrub a hand down my face. “Plus, I figured I would come and see Mikkey since my best enemy number one said that she would be here.”

Edge shakes his head with a smirk. “I’m pretty sure Kea calls it being frenemies or some shit.”

I shake my head. “Nah, she’s my best enemy. I don’t need her thinkin’ I actually like her ass.”

I look down when I hear a snort, just in time to see Cadie roll her eyes. I point a finger at her. “Don’t start number two, I’m not in the mood.”

She holds her hands up in a placating gesture that does nothing to detract from her mischievous eyes. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” she quips.

Marrow steps forward and holds out Mikkey in all of her sweet baby awesomeness. “Here, wanna take her for a while?”

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