offer.”
I didn’t return the smile. I wasn’t there to play happy families with the man that had abandoned my mother when she had needed him the most, or even to make friends with him. “Yeah, well, the money you promised was just to good to pass up.”
If I was expecting his smile to fade at my cold tone I was disappointed. If anything the grin grew wider and he actually chuckled as he nodded his head toward his men. “Let me introduce you to these dickheads and then I’ll show you where you’ll be working.”
He walked into the first garage bay where the old man was working on the classic Harley. “Gracie, this is Snake. Snake, my granddaughter, Gracie Morgan. She’s gonna be taking care of the garage’s office work.”
I couldn’t keep my eyes from widening at the older man’s name. “Snake?” I questioned. “Is that your real name?”
Jack threw his head back and laughed out loud and Snake gave me a grin as he wiped his grease-covered hands on an old rag. When his hand was clean he offered it to me and I hesitated only for a moment before shaking it. “It’s the only one I know now, Gracie. My momma gave me the name of Chester, but Snake suits me better.”
“It sure as hell does,” Jack assured him, still chuckling. “If you need anything, Gracie, you just let Snake know. If the other boys give you a hard time you come talk to me. Make sure you talk to me before you tell Hawk so I can take care of it before he takes care of them. I like these dickheads and don’t need that boy burying any of them unless I know first.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t tattle, Jack.”
“No one said you did, girl. But if anyone gives you a hard time, I expect to be told. Yeah?”
I blew out a long sigh. “Yeah.”
He nodded and then introduced the other four mechanics. There was Clutch, who was the youngest of them. He was probably just a year or so older than me and he had a grin that told me he was an easy sort of guy to get along with. Onyx was the forty-something man who gave me a small smile but otherwise went back to working on the mom van. I figured that like Snake and Clutch, Onyx wasn’t his real name but instead was the one the MC had given him. But I could definitely see why they’d called him Onyx. His black eyes gleamed like the gemstones. I could also see that Clutch and Onyx were related, not because they looked so similar, but from their eyes alone.
Harley told me that his name was the one his momma gave him. He was no older than thirty if I was guessing, and he gave me a smile that was a mixture of friendly and appraising. He didn’t make me feel threatened, exactly, just really uncomfortable. I forced a smile back at him and rushed to shake the last man’s hand. His name was Trigger, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know how he’d gotten that club name. The man was a little older than Onyx, but despite his name I actually felt kind of safe when his big hand clasped mine.
“Nice to meet you, Gracie,” he murmured. “I knew your momma. She…” he broke off and shook his head. “She was a really good girl. You look just like her.”
I swallowed hard and gave him the best smile I could produce, considering I was so close to tears that someone other than myself would think her such a good person. In my eyes, my mother was the best mother ever. Despite what my father had done to her she had been fiery and full of life. I just hated that the man who had cost her the rest of her precious life shared DNA with me. “Thanks, Trigger.”
“I’m going to put Gracie to work now, boys.” I gave Trigger another smile and turned to follow Jack into the garage’s office. “Bash usually works here a few days a week too. Monday thru Wednesday. Thursday thru Saturday he takes care of club business for the most part. When he was enforcer, he sometimes had to take care of inner club issues for a few other charters. Now that he’s president, that stuff falls to Spider to take care of,” Jack
I didn’t return the smile. I wasn’t there to play happy families with the man that had abandoned my mother when she had needed him the most, or even to make friends with him. “Yeah, well, the money you promised was just to good to pass up.”
If I was expecting his smile to fade at my cold tone I was disappointed. If anything the grin grew wider and he actually chuckled as he nodded his head toward his men. “Let me introduce you to these dickheads and then I’ll show you where you’ll be working.”
He walked into the first garage bay where the old man was working on the classic Harley. “Gracie, this is Snake. Snake, my granddaughter, Gracie Morgan. She’s gonna be taking care of the garage’s office work.”
I couldn’t keep my eyes from widening at the older man’s name. “Snake?” I questioned. “Is that your real name?”
Jack threw his head back and laughed out loud and Snake gave me a grin as he wiped his grease-covered hands on an old rag. When his hand was clean he offered it to me and I hesitated only for a moment before shaking it. “It’s the only one I know now, Gracie. My momma gave me the name of Chester, but Snake suits me better.”
“It sure as hell does,” Jack assured him, still chuckling. “If you need anything, Gracie, you just let Snake know. If the other boys give you a hard time you come talk to me. Make sure you talk to me before you tell Hawk so I can take care of it before he takes care of them. I like these dickheads and don’t need that boy burying any of them unless I know first.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t tattle, Jack.”
“No one said you did, girl. But if anyone gives you a hard time, I expect to be told. Yeah?”
I blew out a long sigh. “Yeah.”
He nodded and then introduced the other four mechanics. There was Clutch, who was the youngest of them. He was probably just a year or so older than me and he had a grin that told me he was an easy sort of guy to get along with. Onyx was the forty-something man who gave me a small smile but otherwise went back to working on the mom van. I figured that like Snake and Clutch, Onyx wasn’t his real name but instead was the one the MC had given him. But I could definitely see why they’d called him Onyx. His black eyes gleamed like the gemstones. I could also see that Clutch and Onyx were related, not because they looked so similar, but from their eyes alone.
Harley told me that his name was the one his momma gave him. He was no older than thirty if I was guessing, and he gave me a smile that was a mixture of friendly and appraising. He didn’t make me feel threatened, exactly, just really uncomfortable. I forced a smile back at him and rushed to shake the last man’s hand. His name was Trigger, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know how he’d gotten that club name. The man was a little older than Onyx, but despite his name I actually felt kind of safe when his big hand clasped mine.
“Nice to meet you, Gracie,” he murmured. “I knew your momma. She…” he broke off and shook his head. “She was a really good girl. You look just like her.”
I swallowed hard and gave him the best smile I could produce, considering I was so close to tears that someone other than myself would think her such a good person. In my eyes, my mother was the best mother ever. Despite what my father had done to her she had been fiery and full of life. I just hated that the man who had cost her the rest of her precious life shared DNA with me. “Thanks, Trigger.”
“I’m going to put Gracie to work now, boys.” I gave Trigger another smile and turned to follow Jack into the garage’s office. “Bash usually works here a few days a week too. Monday thru Wednesday. Thursday thru Saturday he takes care of club business for the most part. When he was enforcer, he sometimes had to take care of inner club issues for a few other charters. Now that he’s president, that stuff falls to Spider to take care of,” Jack
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