Custom Made (Fast & Fury #2) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,2
be honest, he’s around all of them enough that anyone would assume he was one of them.
And he once was.
I don’t know if this is something you can just walk away from, but they’ve given him that illusion.
“You don’t need to, because it looks as good as new now.” Dee grins, turning to me. “Thanks to this goddess here. I owe you one, Cam.”
“You’re welcome. And you don’t owe me anything. Just try to avoid any fences from now on,” I reply, smirking. “Or maybe stay away from married women so you don’t have to leave their house in a rush, hence riding against a fence to begin with.”
He winces, nods as if considering my words, shrugs and then leaves.
“He’s a character,” I mutter to myself, shaking my head. “Where do they find these guys?”
Trade laughs. “You don’t want to know. The cleaners should be coming in now, so the place is going to be spotless before we open.”
“I’m going to go and grab coffee,” I announce, grabbing my bag. “You want one?”
“I’d love one.”
I head to the café down the road, and return with four coffees in my hand, placing one on Bronte’s desk and handing the other to Trade. I leave the other near Chains’s workspace, knowing he will be looking for it when he arrives. Chains is a mechanic here, and also a member of the MC.
I don’t know if they are aware of it, but Fast & Fury is like a second home to me, and I’m glad to be here every day.
“You got me a coffee.” Bronte beams as she comes toward my desk, clasping it in her hands like the Holy Grail. “You are the best, Cam. I’ve had hardly any sleep; Quinn kept getting up last night.” Quinn is Bronte and Crow’s beautiful little daughter. Crow is a member of the Knights of Fury MC, and left here to manage another one of the MC’s businesses.
“Poor thing. My hat goes off to working moms—I don’t know how you guys do it,” I say to her.
“Me either, but it gets done,” she replies, grinning widely. “Luckily there’s only two clients coming in today, so it won’t be too busy. When does Chains get here?”
Chains is Crow’s best friend, and also an MC member. Out of all the men, he’s the...hardest to get along with. He definitely has some issues, but he’s always there if anyone needs him. He’s the black sheep of the group. The more time I’ve spent with him, though, the more he has grown on me. I have to admit, he’s a pretty interesting guy.
“Should be here any minute,” I reply, glancing down at my watch. “If he’s coming in on time anyway. I better get back to work. I want to finish the Harley’s paint job today. I think this might be my favorite work yet.”
Bronte’s eyes smile. “Really? Is it because the bike it hot pink? Because I don’t even ride and I want one.”
“It’s not every day I get to do a sexy feminine design,” I admit, clapping my hands together in excitement. “Whoever this bike is for is one lucky woman.”
“Temper didn’t tell you who it was for?”
“Nope, he just gave me the bike and said it was for a woman, and told me to go to town on it, so I have.”
“Huh,” Bronte replies, turning on her computer. “Well, I can’t wait to see it when it’s done and we can show it off on our social media pages.”
“And I can’t wait to read the comments on it about how talented I am and to let them get to my head,” I joke.
She laughs out loud. “I knew you did that. What’s new with you? How’s your online shopping addiction going?”
I wince and shift on my feet. “Bad for my bank account, but I can’t help how happy I feel when that package arrives on my front doorstep.”
Ever since Billie died, I’ve tried several coping mechanisms. I started out with alcohol, but have now taken up the addiction of retail therapy. I know it’s not ideal, but it’s the perfect distraction and I’m a little obsessed with it.
A package a day keeps the sadness away.
“I know what you mean. I got a few packages yesterday—it was like Christmas came early.”
I sit down on her desk. “What did you buy? Where from? Do I need to order something from there? Talk dirty to me.”
Bronte bursts out laughing, and leans closer to me, bringing a husky tone to