Chapter 3
Chapter Three
BEAST
Sometimes, it just pays off to get up in the morning, especially after spending a weekend partying with my brothers.
Being away for as long as I was, it felt damn good catching up with them.
The PPs didn’t even play a part in the weekend.
Other than the first night where I imagined it was Bristol on her knees with her mouth around my dick.
I was barely able to keep a hard-on long enough to get off.
I figured the rest of the weekend, I’d get shit-faced and shoot the breeze with my brothers.
We ended up going to the strip club to watch the girls on stage Saturday night, and on Sunday, I stayed at the clubhouse drinking and playing poker along with Diablo and a few others.
I shouldn’t have drank all weekend. Not when I knew I needed to be up first thing this morning.
I told Ghost I’d come to the garage and help out.
We’ve got a large shipment of cars that need to get ready to go out and we’re slammed with legit work there as well.
He needs all hands on deck in order to get shit done.
With my head pounding, I shut off the alarm on my phone, throw the covers off me, ignore the hard-on I’m sporting, and get out of bed.
I make my way to my bathroom and step in the shower before turning on the water.
I bite back the curse as the cold water wakes me the hell up.
Standing under the water, I let it rain over me as it heats up, my eyes closed.
There’s not much I can do about the headache other than suffer through it. Washing up, I finish my shower without stroking my dick like I’m tempted to.
Friday night, after dropping my shit off in my room, I wasn’t surprised to find Bristol took off. But I didn’t miss the fact the ol’ ladies weren’t happy about it. I’m getting the sense they were hoping to play matchmaker, and that shit’s not about to happen. Not with Bristol, or anyone else.
Shutting the water off, I step out and grab a towel to dry off. Finishing the rest of my routine, I get dressed. Once ready, I grab my keys and leave the room in search of coffee. Caffeine will go a long way in helping this headache. If it doesn’t, it’ll make for a long day working in the garage.
“Yo, Thanatos,” I call out from where I was working under the hood of a car. So far, from what I’m finding, there’s nothing wrong. But it’s got a check light on, and Reaper asked me to take a look at it after bringing it in. “Can I get a hand over here? Need you to turn the key for me.”
“Yeah, give me a sec,” he shouts back over the music and sound of air-compressed tools being used. A moment later, his shadow comes over as he moves toward the driver’s side and slips in behind the wheel. “You ready?”
“Turn the key.” The car cranks over smoothly. “Alright, you can stop,” I yell and straighten. I decided just to pull the diagnostic reader out and see what that says. I was hoping it would be something simple I could see or hear, but I guess it’s not going to be that way.
“What are you doing working on Bristol’s car?” Thanatos’s questions, causing me to still and look at him.
“This is Bristol’s piece of shit car?” It’s not a total piece of shit, but it’s also not the same one she used to have.
“Yeah, she sold her car to make it more affordable when she bought her house,” Thanatos states, shrugging.
“This car has been nothing but a nightmare since she got it. One thing after another.” He keeps talking, but I’m stuck on the fact she bought her a house.
I knew she’d moved back out, but I guess I didn’t realize she’d gotten a house.
I figured she’d have gotten an apartment or something with the way Diablo talked about it.
What the fuck is she doing buying a house if she knows she can’t afford it and the car she did have?
“Last time I looked at it, and I can say this,” Thanatos says, moving to lean against the toolbox off to the side. “This car has new brakes, calipers, and spark plugs. We’ve changed the tire rod-ins, shocks, all the filters, flushed the radiator and oil.”
“Is that all?” I grumble, narrowing my eyes on the other man.
“Oh, and air intake has been changed out.”
“Right.” I shake my head and sigh. “Guess I better get to it and find out what the hell else could be wrong with the damn thing. Is she picking it up here or what?”
“Don’t know.”
Great.
Without responding, I move in behind the wheel and find the port I need to plug in the scanner under the steering wheel.
I go through the process and grit my teeth together when I see what the scanner says.
Misfire on several spark plugs. If this piece of junk just had new ones put in, then it could be the coils are going bad.
It’s not a hard fix, just a pain in the ass.
Muttering a curse, I get to it, hoping to get done and out of here before she arrives.
I don’t need to be around when she comes in for it.
I’ve got other shit that needs to be taken care of.
Like maybe finding a bitch who I can use to fuck Bristol out of my system.
If I were a total dick, I’d go straight to the woman herself and make it happen.
But I’ve gotta feeling that if I were to do that, I’d end up fucking up because I’m pretty sure there’s no getting her out from under my skin.
She’s burrowed in there pretty damn deep.
By the time I finish working on Bristol’s car, I’m ready to burn the bitch or blow the damn car up. It’s been nothing but a pain in my ass. It’s the end of the day, and I wanted to be out of here before she came to get her damn vehicle.
And it looks like that’s not going to happen.
“Bristol’s car all fixed?” Ghost asks, wiping his hands on one of the grease rags.
“Yeah, the damn thing’s done,” I grumble, slamming the hood back down.
“Good, ‘cause that lawyer she works for is dropping her off.”
Great, just what I need. Seeing Bristol as well as her with her lawyer. It’s enough to make me want to drink again tonight, and I don’t give a fuck about if I get another hangover. It’s fucking well worth it not to have to think about her for a little while.
“Right, well, it’s ready for when she gets here. Just let me grab the keys from the ignition.”
No sooner did those words come out of my mouth a sporty-looking car pulled into the lot. Turning to it, it’s all I can do to keep from stepping out there as I watch the car park and both doors open.
My blood turns to ice as my eyes lock with the shit-eating grin on the man’s face. A face I haven’t seen in years.
My brother’s.
“Everett.” The name passes my lips on a snarl.
“Well, if it isn’t my big brother. Damn if it isn’t good to see you, Jarrett.”