Custom Built (Fast & Fury #1) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,49

“Okay, and yeah, I agree. We’re looking for more mechanics right now.”

“Good,” I say, blowing him a kiss and then getting back to work.

The day goes quickly, and Cam was right, it is insane. I end up eating at my desk and still answering phones, unable to leave for even a few minutes. When we close up, Crow and I ride back to the clubhouse. We told Nadia to meet us there. She beats us, and we find her out the back with Dee, while Saint and Skylar are in the kitchen cooking dinner together.

“Hey,” I say as I sit down next to them. “Sorry we couldn’t leave the garage earlier.”

“No problem,” she replies, picking up her phone and hitting play. “Just thought the two of you would want to hear this.”

“Why do you keep talking about his daughter? Who cares, she has no proof. His death isn’t being treated as suspicious, and we have nothing to worry about. What, are you missing your lover? Maybe you’re having regrets? Why else do you keep bringing this bitch up?”

“Maybe because I don’t want to go to prison,” Jean fires back. “And I didn’t kill him, Jasper. You did.”

“You didn’t stop me,” Jasper replies. “You knew the plan, and you went along with it. You’re in this as much as I am. And we need to stick together. We’re almost at the top—there’s no time for panic to creep in. We just need to take out Grayson, and we’ve won. We’ll be on top of the fucking city.”

Nadia hits stop and looks over at us. “Now we know the truth. The question is, what do you want to do about it?”

I don’t reply, because I’m still processing what I’ve just heard. Crow was right—Dad did have some kind of relationship with Jean, one he kept hidden from everyone, and she was a weakness that cost him his life. I can’t believe this. He was finally opening up to a woman, and in the end she screwed him over.

I don’t know who this Jasper is, but he’s not going to harm my uncle.

And he’s not going to be on top of fucking anything, not if I have anything to do about it.

“You okay?” Crow asks, touching my shoulder.

I don’t know what the two of them have been saying this entire time. I’ve blocked it out, too in my head.

“I will be,” I reply, exhaling deeply. “What do you think we should do? I want to take him down. I want to make sure he can’t hurt my uncle, or anyone for that matter.”

“I think we should talk to your uncle,” Crow says, and Nadia nods. “He needs to know what’s going on, and who is coming for him.” Crow turns to me, opens his mouth, and then closes it, seemingly trying to choose his words carefully. “You need to let us handle this now, okay? And you need to not ask questions that you don’t want the answers to. Think about what you can and can’t handle, Bronte.”

“Nadia?” I press.

“Why don’t we just call the police and get them involved?” she says.

“What are they going to do?” Crow replies, brow furrowing. “You’re going to leave this in the hands of the people who wouldn’t even press for a further investigation? As far as they’re concerned, Freddy died from an overdose. We’ll probably be the ones that end up getting arrested.”

I know what Crow is saying, and he’s right. I can’t trust the cops to sort this out, not the way I want it handled. Now it’s out of my hands and I need to leave it up to the MC and my uncle.

Jasper might end up in a ditch somewhere, and I need to be okay with that. I can’t come this far, say that I want him gone, but then be a bleeding heart and feel bad about it.

And if I can’t handle it, then I need to step back and not ask any questions.

“I know what you’re saying. It’s just hard because this is my fight. I can’t expect anyone else to—”

“You are both nice girls,” Dee says, cutting me off. “You don’t need to go down this route. We can handle it along with your uncle, okay? We’re not good men, Bronte. And neither is your uncle. We’re all good to you, and we always will be good to you, but that doesn’t make us good men. In this case, we’re the only ones who are going to be able