The Biker's Fate Chapter 617

Teagan

Along with Cash, Hatch had assigned Flea, Booker, and Razor to oversee today's 'punishment.' Although, Booker didn't arrive until almost noon. Being the VP had its privileges. Cash had been MIA since our little tiff, so we were down to Flea and Razor until after Booker got there.

"What you lovely ladies see before you," Flea said. "Are some of the finest specimens of modern machinery you'll ever lay your pretty little eyes on."

Cambry huffed as she crossed her arms.

"I want you to think of each and every one of them as a priceless work of art."

"I'm partial to the modern impressionist movement myself," Tillie sassed.

"First of all, there'll be no back talk from the detainees. You belong to me now, which means, you're nothing but three little grease monkeys. You will each be given a tray of tools. On that tray, you will not find a nail file, tampons, or a tissue to wipe away your tears. You will use the correct tool for the correct job with the utmost of care and will not, I repeat, not, scratch, dent, or damage our beautiful babies."

"I thought you said they were priceless works of art," Tillie droned sarcastically.

"They're both," Flea said. "They're art babies. More importantly, they're to leave this shop in better condition than they came in. If any of you disrespect our bikes, we can always change your work detail."

"Ooh, we have a choice?" Cambry asked. "What does the other job entail?"

Razor grinned. "You ladies probably don't know this, but this property isn't hooked up to the city sewer system."

"So?" Tillie challenged. "What does that mean?"

"What that means is, it utilizes a septic system," Razor said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It basically means," Razor continued. "That all the waste generated from the club goes into a giant underground tank which the prospects have to empty out with a truck we like to call the shit wagon, for obvious reasons. Hatch mentioned just the other day the tank's about due for an emptying, so rather than send the prospects—"

"No, that's fine," Cambry interrupted. "We're good here."

"Now that we've got that straight," Flea said. "Today you will be changing fluids, testing and recharging batteries, as well as spark plugs and brake pads. You will be performing a nine-point inspection of everything from tires to tassels, and at the end of this day, each and every one of these beautiful bikes will be road worthy for the upcoming ride to Monument, Colorado."

Cambry, Tillie, and I grumbled, but got down to work as the men went back and forth between mentoring and drinking beers and razzing us.

Cash had been gone for almost two hours, and I was beginning to wonder how badly the meeting with Hatch went.

That was until Hatch strolled out to the garage, a shit eating grin on his face. "How's it goin'?"

"Fine," I said, while Cambry and Tillie just gave him the side eye.

Hatch chuckled. "Consequences, ladies."

"I need to pee," I lied, heading out of the auto bay and two doors down where Cash had been working on a car earlier in the week. Pushing open the door, I called, "Cash?"

"Yeah?"

I followed the sound of his voice and found him with his head buried under the hood of a Mustang. I bit my lip and hung back a little, suddenly feeling unsure of why I was there.

He straightened and glanced at me. "What's up?"

"Why didn't you come back?" I asked. "Did your meeting go badly?"

"Well, it sure as shit wasn't good."

"And you blame me for that," I deduced.

"It'd be a hell of a lot easier if I could."

I bristled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He sighed, leaning a hip against the car. "You're not the only one in hot water. I made an unsanctioned trip into Gresham yesterday and Hatch found out about it. That's the reason I'm here this early. It's not on you."

"Why were you in Gresh—" I gasped. "Wait. Did you go down to deal with Hooks?"

He scowled. "Yeah."

"Why, Cash? I told you it was done and to leave it alone."

"Some asshole threatens my woman, and you think I'm gonna fucking leave it alone?"

I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath. "How did Hatch find out about it?"

"No clue," he said.

"Who'd you go with?"

"Archer."

"Well, he wouldn't tell."

"No, he wouldn't," Cash agreed.

"Okay, so are you coming back to finish the bikes with us or are we in a fight?"

"Those are my only options?"

"Right now, yes."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna stay right here and finish this Mustang. I'm already a day behind."

"So, we're in a fight."

"Jesus, woman, are you being serious right now?"

"You're not telling me what the hell's going on, so, yes, I'm being serious right now."

He ripped off his gloves, slid a hand into his jeans pocket, pulling out a wad of cash and handing it to me. "Here's your refund."

I took it with a frown. "What refund?"

"From Hooks. He saw the error of his ways and it's his way of making it right."

"How bad?"

"Not bad," he said, knowing exactly what I was asking. "He's still alive."

"Cash," I breathed out.

"You better get back," he said.

"Are you really not going to join us? It's actually kind of fun. Cambry and Tillie are totally miserable, but I'm fascinated by how everything works, but it would be better if you were there."

"You go have fun, then."

"Won't Hatch be mad?" I asked.

"I'll deal with Hatch."

I bit back tears as I turned and walked out of the auto bay.

"Teagan," my best friend, Daisy, called as I stepped back into the main garage.

"Hi! What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for moral support," she said, before frowning and looping her arm with mine. "Come with me."

"I really have to get back—"

"In a minute," she said, tugging me toward one of the offices in the back. Closing the door, she faced me and squeezed my arms. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Lies," she said with a dramatic gasp. "You look like John Wick right after his puppy got killed. Did Glo-Stick say something to you?"

"Gloria's here?"

"In all her stupid bitch glory," Daisy confirmed.

"Well, I haven't seen her yet, thank god."

She frowned. "What's wrong, then?"

"I'm just tired. It's been a really long day."

"I do not know why you're lying to me right now, but I'm gonna let it go," she said. "If you need me, I'm here."

I nearly lost it right then, but managed to hold it together as I gave her a nod and led her back out to the garage.

Cash and I had always been on the same page. We'd bicker, but never fight to the point of him shutting down. I had no idea how long this was going to last, but I was not going to be the first to fold. I never was. No fucking way.