Custom Made (Fast & Fury #2) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,4
know about friends. I haven’t even met the guy, but Trade has known him for years.”
“Trade told me to give him whatever he wants,” Bronte adds, eyes bulging slightly. “I haven’t heard him say anything like that before. He said he’s to be treated as a VIP client. I didn’t even know that was a thing until now.”
Neither did I. Trade is usually the one saying everyone can wait until it’s their turn, and no customer is more important than another.
This Orion guy must really be someone.
I find Trade out front, on his knees as he looks over his own bike. “So who is this VIP client we have?”
He lifts his head, brown eyes locking with mine. “He’s an old friend, and with him rocking one of our bikes, the garage is going to get even more popular.”
“We’re going to have to hire more people if we get any more popular,” I mutter.
“Yes, we are, and that’s not a bad problem to have,” he agrees. “Orion is a very rich man, and he’s also a good one to have on your side. Anything Orion protects is untouchable.”
“Why do we need protecting when we’re backed by the Knights?” I ask, genuinely curious. It seems unfathomable that the Knights would need protection from anyone.
“Orion is a stand-up guy, but he knows a lot of people. Some people even the Knights wouldn’t want to get involved with.” I stare at him in disbelief, and he smirks in return. “I’ll just leave it at that.”
“Uh, okay. I better finish Pink Beauty before I have to start in on his order then,” I say, more to myself than Trade. I haven’t even looked at what Orion wants, but going by the sound of him, it’s going to be extra as fuck.
“Pink Beauty,” Trade repeats, lip twitching.
I nod. “A prettier girl never did exist.”
He stands, eyes now smiling down at me. “You’re going to love working on his bikes. The man has good taste, and everything will be the best of the best.”
Excitement fills me. I do love a challenge, and I love working with people who have new ideas and concepts, ones that let me add in my personal design touch. Having an unlimited budget doesn’t hurt either. “I’m looking forward to it.”
I’m about to head back inside when Trade calls my name.
“Yeah?” I reply, turning back to him.
“Watch out for Orion,” he says, eyes narrowing slightly.
“Why is that?” I ask, brow furrowing. “I thought he’s your friend.”
“Because you’re just his type,” he says, eyebrows lifting knowingly. “Just his type.”
I roll my eyes. “Wouldn’t be the first to try, and wouldn’t be the last.”
Trade smirks. “I know, but just giving you a heads-up. He’s different, and never a man I’d underestimate.”
“Noted.”
I don’t like the idea of being someone’s type. Anyone who only goes after people who look a certain way is shallow and narrow-minded. So he likes green-eyed, leggy blondes? Is that what Trade means? Or maybe he likes tattooed women. I’m covered in those. Or female mechanics. Who knows?
I’m many things, though, to many different people. I’m not a woman you can put in a box. My journey has been full of regrets, mistakes and heartache, but it brought me to where I am today, and it brought me so much strength.
I’m a different woman than the one who moved away from my small country town a few years ago, and I’m definitely not the same woman who did time behind bars.
Either way, the only thing I’m interested in is how this Orion wants his bikes designed.
Chapter Three
My blonde hair is down and wavy, and I run my fingers through it and press my pink lips together. It’s been a while since I’ve been so dolled up, and it feels good. My tight black leather pants fit just as I remember, a slight stretch of my stomach exposed in my black top. I even painted my nails pink for the occasion.
My phone rings, letting me know that Bronte and Crow are outside waiting for me. After grabbing my Givenchy Pandora handbag, I cross it over my body and head for the door, locking it behind me.
“Hey,” I say as I slide into the back of Bronte’s new car, a black BMW.
“Look at you,” Bronte says, turning to face me, checking me out. “You look hot.”
“Likewise,” I reply, taking in what I can of her red dress and freshly done face. “And Crow, you smell good.”