the middle name Trouble. He wasn’t wrong,” I admit.
“Wait.” Bates turns me a little so I can look up at him. “So, your middle name really is Trouble?”
I nod, making him roar with laughter, the rest of the guys joining in just as Saint and Priest walk into the room.
“What’s going on?” Priest asks, taking everyone in.
“Did you know Reign’s middle name is Trouble?” Bates questions.
Before he can ask if it’s a joke, I slide my wallet out of my back pocket and pull out my driver’s license, handing it to him.
“Fuck me, that’s awesome,” Saint says from beside him, scanning the license. “Jesus, babe, whoever took your photo should be given a raise. I thought it was mandatory to look like shit in DMV pictures.” I shrug. He’s right, it is a nice picture. It’s even nicer that a hot biker agrees.
“You eat yet?” Priest looks at me, then Bates. When Bates looks as if he’s going to answer with a smirk on his face, I slap my hand over his mouth before he can embarrass me.
“Not yet, no,” I answer for both of us.
“Come on, let’s get out of here for a bit.”
Priest holds his hand out for me, so I reach out and take it, letting him pull me from Bates’s lap.
“Are you coming?” I ask, turning back to look at Bates.
“Not yet, maybe later,” he says with a wink, and I know damn well he isn’t talking about breakfast.
Rolling my eyes, I turn to Saint. “What about you?”
He flings his arm around my shoulders before answering. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
I say my goodbyes as Bates yells out, “Later, Trouble.”
“Sure thing, princess,” I reply and let the guys pull me out of the room before I get my ass spanked.
We move down the wide-open hallway to the main room, then out into the early morning sun.
“Let me just grab my shades from my car.” I let go of Priest’s hand and hurry over to the car, grabbing the key from the zipper of my wallet. The glasses are on the dash where I left them, so I snag them and my leather jacket that’s on the back seat before locking it back up. I’m just about to walk back over to the guys when I hear the sound of a car refusing to turn over.
Detouring toward the entrance of the garage, I stand and listen to two men arguing over the hood of a truck.
“Of course I checked the fucking battery and the starter. Believe it or not, son, it’s not my first rodeo.”
“Sounds like a clogged fuel filter to me,” I mention, making both men turn to face me, one staring with curiosity, the other with hostility.
“Yeah, well, it’s a good fucking thing I didn’t ask you then, isn’t it?” the pissed-off one of the two states.
“You lost, darlin’?” the older of the two guys asks. He’s maybe a little older than my guys, so mid-thirties, with strawberry blond hair, threaded with copper strands and startling blue eyes.
“Nah, I’m good, I just heard you were having an issue as I was walking by,” I answer, trying to ignore the ranting dickhead beside him but he just doesn’t know when to quit.
“Well, you shouldn’t be listening to anything around here. It’s the first rule of being a whore, isn’t it? Keep your mouth shut and your legs open,” the dickhead one snaps. This guy is about the same age as me, skinny and about as intimidating as a gerbil.
“I’m guessing you’re single.” I snort, letting his insult roll right off my back. He’s only digging himself into a deeper hole.
“You know about cars?” the older guy asks, deflecting the other guy’s anger.
“Who the fuck cares what she knows. You said you’d have it ready today, and it’s not fucking ready. Perhaps I should just take it elsewhere. It seems to me you’re incompetent.”
I laugh at that. “Yes, good luck taking it somewhere else. How exactly are you planning on moving it?”
He doesn’t answer for a second, his face going bright red before he stalks over to me.
“I wouldn’t do whatever it is you’re about to do,” I warn him, reaching for the disregarded wrench on the workbench beside me.
“Hey, back the fuck off right now,” the older guy yells, moving to grab him, but the young guy has a point to prove. He moves quicker, reaching up to grab my hair.
I use the opening he inadvertently gives me, lifting the wrench before swinging it