Hard to Break - Bella Jewel Page 0,31
and it has an edge to it that has my curiosity piquing.
“I told you,” he hisses. “I’m done makin’ that shit for you.”
“We have money, Tazen, and you have the time. Don’t see why it’s such a big issue for you to build something for us. What happens after that isn’t your problem.”
Tazen snorts. “Like fuck it isn’t. You fuckers get busted, and it’s my name on those cars.”
“And?” The man grunts. “You build it, we buy it, after that it’s our problem.”
“Until they start questioning me.”
I narrow my eyes. Questioning him? About what? I don’t understand what’s going on, but whatever it is … it seems sketchy.
“And you tell them you have no idea what they’re talking about, you sold the car and that’s that.”
Tazen laughs bitterly. “We both know it doesn’t work like that. The heat gets turned up and you pricks decide to run your mouths off and sink me. No. I’m not building that shit for you anymore, I’m picking up my business here and putting a foot in the racing industry because that’s where the money is. End of story.”
“Sheyenne wants a car, Tazen. She won’t race in anything that isn’t yours.”
I peek around the car to see Tazen flinch. “Fuck Sheyenne.”
The man, who I can see now is tall and lean, with dark hair and possibly dark eyes, laughs. “We both know you don’t mean that. You don’t want her racing in a shit heap and you and I both know it. So you build us one more car, let us make our money, and we won’t see you again.”
“Until you want another fuckin’ car,” Tazen grunts.
“You have my word. One more, then you won’t hear from us again.”
Tazen studies him. “She shouldn’t be doing this shit, Murray, and you know it.”
Who is Murray, and who the hell is Sheyenne?
“She’s a big girl, and she’s the best female racer we have—she’s making us seriously big money.”
Female racer? For what? If it was just normal racing, Tazen wouldn’t be holding back on building a car. What the hell are they doing, if not professional racing?
“She’s also hotheaded and nuts,” Tazen grunts.
“You didn’t say that when you were fucking her for three years.”
Three years? Wait, what? Tazen was with someone for three years? I mean sure, that’s possible and all, but he never seemed like the kind of man to ever settle down, so this news surprises me.
“Yeah and she drove me up the fucking wall,” Tazen points out. “I left her, left all that shit and now you’re here wanting more.”
“One more car, Tazen.”
Tazen studies him. “Fine, one more car but then you’re going to stay the fuck away from me, we clear?”
“As crystal.” Murray smiles.
The other two men with him are standing, crossing their arms and smiling, but neither of them has spoken. They start chatting about normal things again, so I figure it’s my time to act casual and walk out. I take a deep breath and walk out as if I don’t know they’re there.
“Hey,” Tazen yells.
I jerk and turn around, acting surprised he’s still here. “Oh, you’re still here. Sorry, I didn’t realize.”
He studies me, but I keep my face blank. I let my eyes scan over the guys who are now watching me, and make sure I look surprised they’re here.
“Ah, I didn’t realize you had company. I’m just heading out.”
“Who’s your girl, Taz?” Murray asks, letting his eyes travel over my tight blouse and short black skirt.
Ugh.
“Eyes up here,” I snap. “Unless you don’t cherish your balls, that is.”
Murray jerks in surprise and the other men burst out laughing. When his eyes meet mine, I smile coldly. Tazen closes his eyes and runs his hands through his hair.
“You have a sassy one here,” Murray says to Tazen, even though his eyes are on me.
“Yeah,” Tazen grunts. “You could say that.”
“And,” Murray narrows his eyes. “I’ve seen her before.”
“That’s because this is my garage,” I point out.
“Fuck me,” Tazen groans. “Not this shit again.”
“He stole it from me, but it was mine for a long time.”
Murray nods. “Yeah, been here before. You a mechanic?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Not anymore,” Tazen says. “She’s a receptionist now.”
I shoot him a glare. “Tazen here has a hard time dealing with the fact that a woman can pull spanners better than him.”
Murray grins. “Well, it seems you two have a good lot of tension to go through. I’ll let you get back to it.” He turns to Tazen. “I’ll tell Shey you said hello.”
“Don’t,” Tazen mutters.