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I turn and head for the gas station. I want to look at the now-finished vehicle recovery office. Bull seems stoked about it, so he must have it set up to his satisfaction.

Pulling into parking spaces, we quickly climb off our hogs. I give a nod to Dice who is sitting behind the counter looking damn smug for some reason.

Stepping inside, I give another nod to Dice who gives me a two-finger salute to his temple. I shake my head at him and walk through the store area into the back of the building. Popping my head through the door of the office, I speak to Rum who is behind his desk and watching something on the monitor.

Grunting to get his attention, Rum looks up, and seeing who it is, turns in his seat. “Hi, Tracker. How are you today?”

“I’m okay. I was sick of being inside, so I went for a ride and blew off some cobwebs. I’m going to check out the office since Bull is bragging about it so much,” I respond.

“It’s a pleasant office. They have it set up efficiently, and I’m sure the way the garage area is working they’ll have trucks in and out before anyone notices there was anything wrong with them,” Rum chuckles at his own comment.

Hot Rod, who is behind me, mutters that it is the best way. I roll my eyes at him, which has him shrugging and heading out the back. “I’m gonna check it out, Pres,” Hot Rod mumbles as he goes.

“Truck tells me your house is ready too, is that right?” Rum asks, and I’ve a feeling he is asking for a reason.

“It is ready, but it’s not furnished yet. I’ve left instructions as to what I want because there is no way I am tramping around shops buying furniture and stuff. Cilla rubbed her hands and said she’d do it. I’m not sure if I should be worried or not?” I smirk as I take a seat across from Rum’s desk while Cap and Rides stay in the hallway, leaning against the walls.

“Do you need a cleaner?” Rum took me by surprise with the question.

“I will once I get moved into it. Why do you know someone? I was thinking of getting the club women to do it,” I reply but with no real conviction. I mean, do I really want the club women messing with my stuff?

“Briony, who is cleaning the showers for the pit stop here, is employed by the gas station. She’s in a position that she needs to have more work, or she’ll be in a sticky position financially.” I watch as Rum decides if he wants to say more, but when I don’t speak, he continues. “She is the young woman who lost both her parents, paid what was outstanding on their medical bills. Thankfully, they both had exceptional medical insurance, but besides that, she paid all the debts and then lost her job when the jewelry store closed. She needs more than just cleaning here Tracker.”

“Okay. When I’m ready, I’ll let you know, and she can start a month's trial. We’ll pay her as though she’s employed by the club, and that way she’ll not have to be self-employed.”

Nodding with a thankful smile on his face, Rum speaks again. “Thanks, Tracker. She is solid. She’ll not steal anything. She’ll not cause you any trouble.”

“How old is she?” I ask because I don’t want a teenager in my house.

“She is twenty-eight, has no record, and her reference from her last employer is a damn good one.”

“Okay. I’ll let you know when she can start.” I give him a nod as I leave the office and walk out back of the building, passing the garage area which I’m happy to see has no recovery vehicles being fixed.

I quickly make my way to Bull’s office. The exterior of the office will be easy to keep clean. Jet washing it will be enough, and I know Bull’s got a keep-clean fetish, or he’s OCD or whatever you want to call it about keeping his space clean. His room at the clubhouse is spotless, and nobody is allowed inside to clean, because he does it all himself.

Walking into the vehicle recovery office, I watch as Joker and Demon are working in front of their monitor stations. Joker is talking to someone through his headset, and Demon is filling in a form on his screen. Stepping closer, I can see it’s a membership he’s completing, again via his headset.

“What can I do for you, Pres?” Bull asks from his desk in the corner of the room.

“Thought I’d check out the office. How are you getting on with it?” I ask as I take a seat next to Bull’s desk.

“It works well. The stations, as we call them, are perfect, and we can all work easily from them. We can follow the recovery trucks since we put trackers on them. The entire business is working more efficiently.”

Leaning back in my seat, I let out a relaxing breath before speaking again. “Do you have enough recovery vehicles, brothers, and equipment for the garage area?”

“Yeah, I brought everything from the old place. You know the fucker tried to stop us taking our own shit. I soon put him right. Dumbfuck!” Bull snorts, and I can’t help but think it would be a good reason he got his road name, although I know it’s not.

Truck walks into the office carrying a large bag of what smells like Chinese food. “What have got there, Truck?” I ask, sitting up straighter to see what he’s got.

“Food for the starving brothers,” Truck laughs. “They’ve been in here since God knows when this morning. The small kitchen works for drinks and throwing something in the microwave but to be in here for over twelve hours you need fuel to feed the brain.”

Bull pulls food out of the bag after slapping Truck on the back. “I’m fuckin’ starving and still have three hours of work to get through before I’m knocking off.”

I watch Bull, Joker, and Demon grab food before taking a carton of sweet and sour from the bag. Truck smirks when he sees me take it, while Hot Rod, Rides, and Cap mumble about not enough for everyone.

“Go get something and bring it back here. Bring me more too, I’m fuckin’ hungry,” I tuck in and inwardly grin when the three of them scoot off to get themselves something to eat.

Truck speaks to Bull. “I’m off now, Bull. Rum has gone, and it’s Xero on tonight if you need him. He’s going to be watching the camera feeds closely in case anything more happens with that woman.”