Chapter Ten #2
“Really?” Her eyes lit up. Jessie tried not to flash his pearly whites at her as they strutted down the long parking lot together.
Dragon’s Breath, does she look good when she struts though.
Suddenly, that heat brain he gave Elliot all that shit for wasn’t seeming so funny anymore.
Katarina sighed with relief, “I promise I will—”
“Baby girl, you aren’t promising me anything other than not to let that jackass with a baseball bat near the vehicle.
Okay?” He quirked a brow. Katarina froze.
Jessie froze. Time stopped as he stared at her, realizing his knot was speaking through his mouth and was likely to get him in trouble.
Until, that is, her lips curled up on her face, and she dropped her hands to her hips.
“Baby girl?” she teased, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
“Would you prefer I call you something else?” Jessie’s voice dropped to a soft, low growl as he closed the distance between them.
“Mmm, no, I’m kinda liking the baby girl,” she winked at him before flouncing around on her sneakers.
Jessie’s hands were thankfully trapped in his pockets, or he would have snatched her flirty hips and brought her right where she belonged, his arms. She called out to him over her shoulder, “Go do your stuff, I can keep myself occupied in a junkyard. I’m kind of curious what all you’ve got back there. ”
“If you find anything you like, just let me know,” he bellowed but she was already halfway through empty Bay 3 and out the other side. Jessie watched her swing those hips and felt his cock harden. Oooh, baby girl, you’re playing with fire.
But the coins in his pocket and the feeling of rusty steel on his hands forced him to rethink his lewd thoughts.
He stopped by the hand washing station first, then headed into the office.
The shop was a flutter with clients. Oats rolled a tire across the concrete while another tech worked on a headlight restoration.
Stepping into the office, Jilly, the other shop girl and a delightful dwarven woman with chestnut ringlets, perked up.
“Hey boss! What brings you in?”
“I got a deposit, and the boys called, apparently there’s a delivery?” He walked past her, weaving through the two children trying to out slap each other and the undisturbed parent just trying to finish emails on their phone.
“Oh, yeah! The papers are on your desk.” Jilly returned to the paperwork, going over it with another client.
Likely, the one with the road hazard of a dumpster fire out in the parking lot.
Apparently, this is a good week for parts.
He slipped through his office door and kicked it shut behind him.
Not in a slam, but it did rattle, something the poor door was used to thanks to the elder Bonesaw that came before him.
Jessie dropped the sack of coins onto his desk before picking up the envelopes and paperwork.
Two letters from the bank about paychecks and other legal paperwork he wasn’t interested in till later, when his cock wasn’t buzzing.
He grabbed the stapled papers and scanned them for anything shocking.
Typical drop, a few cars, handful of parts he ordered, then he got to the last sheet and saw the codeword for weapons.
Bonesaws didn’t only work with vehicles.
He just didn’t use his regular techs on the special merchandise.
There was a sticky note on the paper from Knox Zrazduel himself.
Need these clean as a whistle. Extra payment for heavy duty soap in your account. Delivery for Tuesday.
Jessie smirked to himself as he rolled up the paper like a newspaper and tucked them into his pocket.
He ripped up the sticky note and dropped it into the trash with the rest of the useless paper.
Coin in the safe, he checked his computer for anything else pressing before he left the door and locked it behind him.
The desk girls had a key to the door, so if they needed anything they could get in to drop it off.
His business didn’t exactly run off paperwork.
It wasn’t like if any Enforcers came sniffing around they’d find anything but regular business paperwork and files.
His old man said, the key to running the business is that 90 percent of it was above board.
Pay the taxes on shipping and freight, make sure everything people do is paid with an itemized check.
And all reports are clear to read. Nothing between the lines, because as far as the council knew, they were a mechanic shop.
They sold car parts on the side, totally within reason.
Bought broken down beaters and reused parts, completely understandable.
Now if only the new Lord Commander would get with the program. He was more discerning than his father.
“AH!”
A shriek echoed through the shop and Jessie forgot everything he was doing.
Every tech in the shop bolted out of their skin, looking back to the graveyard.
Jessie charged out into the dusty, fenced off yard, walking past the locked trailer he was meant to inspect.
He came around the wooden fence, hooves kicking up dirt, and found the source of the scream.
Katarina was half in the hood of some vehicle, feet kicking behind her. Jessie didn’t stop running till he was whisking her out by the hips. She spun in his hands, grabbing him by the shirt but he was inspecting her for wounds. “You alright?”
“What? Yeah, of course—Jessie? Jessie!”
He stopped patting her down with a sharp jerk as she grabbed him by the horn and forced him to look up. Jessie blinked once, mouth open in shock.
“I’m fine,” she giggled.
“You screamed?”
“Uh, duh! Of course I screamed, there’s a whole S class Reaper in your yard just collecting dust!” She pulled away from him to wave at the car like that explained anything to him. He glanced at the hunk of junk, then back at her.
“Sure is?” He straightened, putting his hands on his hips.
“Oh come on!” She made an overexaggerated groan sound that went right where it shouldn’t have, and Jessie had to sharply inhale through his nose.
Katarina circled the car, continuing on like she didn’t notice.
The hull of a long ago forgotten muscle car sat in front of him, covered in dust and rust. A two-door vehicle that used to terrorize the streets of King’s Fall.
He could remember when he helped his old man wheel the thing back into the yard.
They took the engine, the hoses, the lights, everything.
Poor thing had to be stripped down for parts to pay for its previous owner’s unfortunate bail.
That was back before Jessie was old enough to see over the dashboard of the tow truck.
Katarina leaned over it, sighing. “It’s my dream car.
They used to drag race these bad boys in the streets back when I was a kid.
They purr like a kitten, too. You can’t buy them anymore; the council banned the production of them.
Oh, poor thing’s been back here collecting dust. Plus, you know, the whole not having an engine is kind of a problem.
But what I wouldn’t give to have one of these. ”
Jessie could already hear his big brother cackling from the Sportsball pitch, the mockery of ‘look who’s down bad now?’ playing over in his head. Cause he licked his lips nervously, clearing his throat for good measure. Katarina glanced up at him, awe still glittering in her gemstone eyes.
“If you want, you can have it? I mean, can’t drive it out, we’d have to fix—”
“I can do it!” she blurted out.
“You…can?” Jessie cocked his head. Katarina narrowed her eyes on him and Jessie flashed her an apologetic smile. “Not to say you can’t, I just assumed with you being an accountant, that those pretty fingers didn’t get dirty.”
Katarina grinned, hip cocked out, eyebrow raised, and dripping with confidence he could slurp up with a spoon. “If I fix her up, I can keep her?”
“Yeah!” Jessie laughed, scratching the back of his head. “I mean, shop’s right there, you can borrow the backup tools. She’s yours if you want her.”
Katarina hummed, sauntering up to him. Her fingers walked up his stomach to his chest. A trail of tingles and desire were left in her wake as she left her forefinger against his collarbone. “And…what do I owe you?”
If there weren’t about four sets of eyes on them, Jessie might have suggested something.
Might have taken payment for it right then and there.
His knot certainly wanted it, and he wasn’t obtuse, Katarina was feeling herself.
But there was the shipment and the crew and a whole slew of other things to consider.
Jessie licked his lips again, “You’re a hungry girl, I imagine you’ll figure out a way to make it up to me. ”
“Hungry?” She twirled the words around her cute little fangs.
“Yeah, Succubi gotta eat, don’t they?” He winked at her, walking backward toward the trailer. “I gotta check in this shipment and get started on it. But let’s talk more about it later, shall we?”
“I look forward to it.” Katarina was already pulling up her hair.
“Baby girl, you’re a troublemaker…you know that?
” He called out over his shoulder, waggling a finger at her.
The sound of her laughter echoing off the cars in the junkyard made his chest flutter as he disappeared beyond the fence.
I’m gonna eat her like a four-course dinner, then stuff her for dessert.