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Chapter One | Throttle
Chapter Two | Dove
Chapter Three | Throttle
Chapter Four | Dove
Chapter Five | Throttle
Chapter Six | Dove
Chapter Seven | Throttle
Chapter Eight | Dove
Chapter Nine | Throttle
Chapter Ten | Dove
Chapter Eleven | Throttle
Chapter Twelve | Dove
Chapter Thirteen | Throttle
Chapter Fourteen | Dove
Chapter Fifteen | Throttle
Chapter Sixteen | Dove
Chapter Seventeen | Throttle
Chapter Eighteen | Dove
Chapter Nineteen | Throttle
Chapter Twenty | Dove
Chapter Twenty-One | Throttle
Dove
Chapter Twenty-Two | Throttle
Chapter Twenty-Three | Dove
Chapter Twenty-Four | Throttle
Chapter Twenty-Five | Yarder
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Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
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Chapter One
Throttle
“Action.”
I dropped my chin to my chest. “What?”
Dice turned to the cameraman. “I need to say action, right?”
The guy peeked from behind the large camera and shook his head. “Uh, no, man. Just act like I’m not here.”
Dice threw his hand toward the camera. “I’m supposed to act like it’s normal to have a camera pointed at me while I talk to Throttle about the oil change in three?”
The guy nodded. “Yeah. I’m not here.”
I snapped my fingers in Dice’s face. “Just fucking talk to me, man.” I didn’t know why the hell this was so hard for Dice. He was the one who was the most excited for this bullshit show, and now he was the one bumbling it up.
Dice shook his head and took a deep breath. “Woosah,” he whispered.
I would be the first one to say it: Dice was losing his damn mind.
The guy behind the camera chuckled and took a step back.
“What’s going on with the car in bay three?” I asked.
“Well,” Dice drawled. “It was supposed to be just an oil change, but I started up her car to pull into the garage, and the damn thing sounded like an orca whale. It’s on the lift, but I don’t know what the hell I am supposed to do about the orca.”
I blinked slowly. “Uh, come again?”
“An orca whale, man. The car is pretty much bellowing.” Dice held up his hands. “I don’t know what the fuck to do with it.”
“Find out why it sounds like an orca whale,” I replied.
“I would if the owner hadn’t specifically said only an oil change and nothing else.”
I tipped my head to the side. “Did they know about the orca whale?”
“Well, I sure as fuck didn’t run one over driving it into the garage.”
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. I ran my fingers through my hair. “Is the owner still here?”
Dice nodded.
“You go figure out where the orca whale is hiding, and I’ll take care of the customer.”
“I’m not fixing shit until I know they are going to pay.”
I pointed to the car in bay three. “Go fix the fucking car and don’t worry about them paying. They’re going to pay.” Who the hell wanted to drive around with a car that sounded like an orca whale?
I walked into the tiny waiting room for the garage. “Who’s driving Free Willy,” I called.
The four people in the waiting room looked around, but none of them raised their hands.
“Look, one of you is driving around an orca whale, and we’re going to fix it.” I looked at each person, waiting for any response.
“Dammit,” a blonde woman sighed. She stood abruptly and folded her arms over her chest. “Just ignore the whale and change the oil.”
“You can’t drive your car how it is. We’ll change the oil, but there is no way that thing is leaving the shop without fixing everything.”
She looked around and furrowed her brow. “I only have enough for an oil change.”
I shook my head. “It needs a hell of a lot more than an oil change.” I heard shuffling behind me and saw the camera crew shooting. Jesus Christ. I didn’t think I was ever going to get used to this. “You can set up a payment plan.”
“How much is it going to cost?” she asked.
“We won’t know until we get in there and see what is going on.” Who knew what was making the car sound like an orca whale. “We should be able to tell you what is going on in a couple of hours. Dice is working on the car right now.”
“I have to be at work in an hour. I don’t have time. Please, just do the oil change.” She wrung her hands in front of her and looked around frantically.
“Look, lady,” I started.
“Throttle,” Yarder called from the office. “Fix her car, and I’ll work out a payment plan for her.”
“I need to get to work.”
“And we’ll set you up with a loaner.” Yarder glared at me. “Go help Dice.”
I threw my hands up in the air. What the fuck ever. Yard could deal with her. “I’ll let you know what’s up with the car,” I called to Yarder.
I stalked back into the garage and headed over to Dice.
“Owner have any clue what the hell is wrong with this thing?” Dice asked.
I leaned against the rack that lifted the car and shook my head. “Not a fucking clue. She was insisting on just changing the oil, and that’s it.”
“Dude,” Dice laughed. “She’s just gonna drive around in Free Willy like it’s no big deal?”
I pulled the lever to raise the car into the air. “I’m assuming she doesn’t have the money to fix the car.”
“So what are we doing?”
“Yarder took over. He said to get the car fixed, and he’d work on a payment plan with her. Pretty sure he did it because the camera was there.”
“Oh,” Dice hummed.
“We might be able to use this whole TV show thing to our advantage. We get a shit customer in, and we just let Yarder take care of them.” Sure, none of us wanted to look stupid on this TV show, but I wasn’t going to bend over backward to look and act like someone I wasn’t. Tread: Iron Fiends was going to get the real me and no one else.
“Yarder has been acting nice the past two days,” Dice agreed. “He even brought in donuts for the waiting room.”
“See,” I replied. “When has he ever done that before?” We were going to have cameras all over, but we were going to have the nicest prez in Texas.
“Never,” Dice agreed. He nodded behind me. “He’s headed over here with the TV crew.”
I glanced over my shoulder. “Jesus,” I mumbled. “How long do we have to deal with this?”
Dice clapped me on my shoulder and chuckled. “Eight more weeks, brother. Eight weeks and then we get a break.”
Yeah, and after that break, we were going to have another eight weeks if the world liked Tread: Iron Fiends.
I knew we needed this show if the club was going to survive, but damn if I wasn’t going to hate every second of it.
Chapter Two
Dove
“I’m not there.”
“What do you mean, you’re not there?” I demanded.
“Dove, it’s Friday afternoon. I just got off of work.”
I pressed the speaker button and tossed my phone on the bed. “Well, we can go together, then.”
“Uh, okay,” Sloane laughed, “but why are you suddenly wanting to go to the clubhouse? The guys are still kind of irked that they searched all over for you, and then you just reappeared without reason.”
“That was their choice,” I muttered. “And I did say I was sorry they looked for me. Next time I decide to go visit family, I’ll let you know.”
“I think next time you decide to go visit family, you need to give your job a little notice so you don’t get canned,” Sloane advised.
“Valid point,” I muttered.
I grabbed my duffle bag and tossed it on my bed. The last time I had used it was when Sloane and I had made the trip to Motorcycles, Mobsters, and Mayhem.
God, that felt like a lifetime ago.
“Besides, I want to spend time with you, but I know your biker takes up all of your time when you’re not working, so I’m going to be the third wheel.” Sloane didn’t need to pick between Aero and me. If I went to the clubhouse with her, we could spend time together, and she could also spend time with Aero. I liked most of the guys in the club and could hang out with them when Aero needed some alone time with Sloane. Sure, they might be a little pissed at me about my disappearing act, but they would get over it. “And because I also just miss you. I don’t get to see you at work anymore, so I need to get some Sloane time in.” Missing two weeks of work didn’t really help anyone to keep their job.
I had been fired and was still looking for work.
Did I need to work? No, but for my mental sanity, work was a must.
Sloane didn’t know that, though.
No one in my life knew that besides my family.
“Did you find a new job yet?”
“Uh, well,” I muttered. “I’m still looking, but I do have some savings so I should be good for a couple of months before I’m living in a cardboard box in front of your apartment.” More like I would be good for a few years, but whatever.
“Why don’t I stay in town, and I can help you look for a new job?” Sloane suggested.
“No,” I blurted. “I, uh, I’ve been looking for a job all week, and I’ve got my resume out to a ton of them. I really just need a break from it all, and I thought, what better break could I have than spending a weekend at the clubhouse?”
“Okay,” Sloane drawled. “Aero was going to come pick me up, though. Let me give him a call and tell him you and I will be driving in.”
