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Bull nods, swallows what he has in his mouth, then replies. “Okay, I’ll tell Tread and Winger when they come in to cover the night shift. I have a feeling that it’s going to happen again. My neck keeps itching, and that’s a sign it’s not done.”

Two hours later, the place is cleaned from our meal, and we are all getting ready to leave when Tread and Winger arrive.

Tread gives me a nod as he takes the station that Joker had been working on. They discuss anything Tread needed to know when Cap suddenly points at one of the camera feeds. “What’s that?” He murmurs more to himself than to us, but we all take notice of the feed.

I quickly step out of the office, walk around to a position that has me hidden cleanly behind one of the recovery trucks. I’m listening to this asshole who was on the feed.

“Come out, Gay, you can’t hide from me forever.”

“Bitch, come here now!”

“I’m going to fucking kill you when I get my hands on you.”

This goes on for quite a while, fifteen minutes at a guess, then I hear Xero who must have locked up the shop. “Get the fuck out of this yard before I break your fuckin’ neck.”

“I’m here to get my woman.”

The asshole is a pig and I’m not sure he’ll survive this if I get my hands on him. The woman crawls out from under the truck I’m standing behind. Seeing me, she slams her back against the truck and looks like she wants to piss her pants. I wink at her, then put my finger over my lips, showing she needs to keep quiet. Nodding her head slightly to show she understands, I turn back to the conversation.

Oh, the conversation has gone past talking, and I hear flesh being slapped. Yeah, Xero has had enough, but hearing my brother snarling tells me this fucker is gonna run any moment.

Hearing footsteps, heavy footsteps that tell me he is running, getting closer, I position myself at the ready. As he passes, I shoot forward to grab him by the back of his neck and spin him around, smashing his face against the side of the truck. It takes three times before he slumps and he’s out cold.

Cap runs around the recovery truck and seeing the asshole on the ground chuckles. “I’ll get Spencer to bring the van.”

Turning to speak to the woman I’m not surprised she’s slipped away while I was dealing with this asshole. I’ll have to find out who she is and what the fuck was going on. But if this is what I think it is, the fucker is not going to be breathing much longer.

“Shed,” I state and Rides who has appeared chuckles while rubbing his hands together.

Xero along with Hot Rod step around the vehicle recovery truck too, but both looked pissed. “Fuckin’ hell, Pres. He shot off like a bullet out of a gun. He must have been a football player or some shit because he can dodge with the best of ‘em,” Xero states disgustedly.

“Let’s see what was going on, then we find the woman and make sure she is okay,” I watch as Spencer arrives and between him and Rides, they throw the asshole in the back, hogtie him, and Spencer takes off with no sign of asking why we have a man being taken to the shed. Spencer is a good prospect, I’m thinking, and will make a brilliant brother given time.

Chapter 36

CILLA

“What do you think of this dining table and chairs, Rory?” I turn to see she is studying another table a little further away from where I’m standing.

“I like this one for our dining room, Cilla. Are you thinking that one for Tracker’s house?”

“Yeah. It’s beautiful wood, and the chairs are high-backed on the ends, and the six in the middle are smaller. Can you imagine Tracker sitting on one end in a high back? He’d look like a king organizing his men.” I giggle at the thought.

Rory laughs as she adds, “Yeah, King Arthur and his Knights. Shame the table isn’t round.” We collapse into laughter at the thought, and the assistant is smirking although he doesn’t know who we are talking about.

“This is the size of the room.” I open my phone and find the dimensions of the dining room, turning the phone to show the male assistant.

The man takes out a tape measure from his pocket, and Rory holds one end while he stretches it along the size of the eight-seater table. Nodding, he walks back to Rory, and she releases her end while he is careful it doesn’t snap back at him as it rolls itself back into the casing.

“It will sit in a room that size leaving more than enough space to walk around it once the seats are being used. You would have space for other furniture if you wanted any in that room,” the man clearly states and points to another dining table and chairs that are similar but with seats covered in black leather. It is highly polished. “This one would also sit in that room easily.”

“What do you think, Rory?” I ask as I walk around and sit at the end of the table.

Rory gives the table a thorough look before answering my question. “I think Tracker would prefer the other one with the high-back chairs. It’s elegant and solid, and you know it would polish well every time you did it.”

“Yeah, that was my thought too. Okay, we’ll take that one, and let’s look at beds next.” I walk over to the bed section of the store with Rory. I notice she has a list of items she’s ready to buy but is obviously waiting until I’ve made the selections for Tracker’s house before handing the list to the salesperson.

“Tracker seems rather complex, and I am a little wary of him,” Rory says, and I give her a smile and a nod before answering.