CLOSING TIME MIGHT have been his favorite time of day, all his boys had gone home already, and as usual he was last to close up the shop. as acting manager, it was sort of his job, but at this point he pretty much owned the place. going his walkthrough of cars in the back lot, he whistled under his breath as he weaved through the cars only to coming toe to toe with a face that sent a chill down his spine, “heather? what the hell are you doing back here? we’re closed, the mechanic working on your car will get in contact with you when it’s done.”
but he knew why she was probably here, jd may or may not have sent some of the guys on the gang with him to scare the fuck out of her at night. nothing too intense, just a small rattling of door handles and tapping on windows, her name whispered outside. he couldn’t risk going over himself to fuck with her, and he had a solid alibi of his whereabouts if she tried to call him out. he kept his gang involvement under wraps because he did have a full-time job, the gang stuff was just to keep his adrenaline trained on something other than senseless violence and gave him an outlet. crossing his arms over his chest, he raised a brow at her, “fuck, what do you want? i’m really not in the mood.”