The Betrayed Mechanic Is A Secret Boss

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e, my heavy wrench coated in black oil, when the met

rs ago, stepped inside, wearing his heavy leather Cut with the full Frontline Speed patch on the back. Cradled tightly against his side was Cat

cross my bloody knuckles, my gaze

ching her flat stomach as she let out a delicate gasp. "Colin

slipped a silver ring onto my finger three years ago

aside, sending socket wrenches scattering across the concr

e of disgust hitting my stomach as I s

he spoke. "Ashley, I know you hate 'sweetbutts' like me just as much. But this is th

he hot engine casing. "A fallen brother's orphan? Colin, you're recycling th

ce. "Watch your mouth! She took a bullet meant for our crew and caught chronic nerve da

ed the plague. "Your honor means forcing your l

lamping around my wrist so hard the bones ground together. "Ashley, e

make a sound. I locked my eyes onto hi

tal tool rack. "It hurts... Colin, please do

st, glaring at me like I was pure pois

er his shoulder as he carried her toward his modified pickup truck outside. "You have

eching across the asphalt, leaving behind th

s curling into a cold, sober smile. For three years, I had played the obe

ather Cut bearing the Frontline Speed colors, and shoved

began to pour, wind driving cold water th

d phone with a spiderwebbed screen, and dialed

The line carried heavy breathing aga

e through low, gravelly, and

oke into the thunder. "Kiel Mcfar

ed instantly, followed by the

s a promise," Kiel murmured, his voice tig

he vest sinking into the black slud

by a cold command. "Stay where you are. In twenty m

e. Turning to the main terminal, I executed a script, permanentl