Free A LIL' LESS LOST (The Kingsmen Book 2) by Tara Oakes Page A

“She'll be happy the bitch is gone. Take a ride out to the main factory and make sure all the inventory's been cleared out on your way back since you're gonna pass it. These fuckers may be getting our businesses in name only but they sure as hell don't need them fully stocked.”
    He threw the butt on the ground and let it burn itself out before standing and placing his outstretched hand on my shoulder. “You get that shit done fast and then meet me at the park at nine.” I nodded showing my obedience. He squeezed my shoulder before releasing it and leaving me to myself.
    “INCOMING!!” A loud deep baritone voice called out into the yard. I instinctively pulled my piece from its holster around my back and held it firm, disengaging the safety. A yellow cab slowly pulled into the main drive and crept up, stopping in front of the office door. The driver looked spooked, wary of the situation he had just driven into, eyes delving around at the many men approaching.
    The rear passenger door opened and a pretty little thing in nurse's scrubs climbed out, briefly leaning over to the driver window. He barely cracked the glass enough to take the folded green bills the chick handed him before throwing his car into reverse and spinning the tires, hightailing it out of there.
    The girl looked around at several of the men closing in on her. A hot little thing like this has no business around these bikers, or in a place like this. She spots me eying her, sizing her up and heads toward me, her light brown hair flapping around her shoulders. I place my arm behind me, concealing my gun behind my thigh until I'm sure it's not needed.
    “Something I can help you with? You lost?” I call out to her. Her blue eyes have a sparkle to them, a shine not usually seen around these parts. Most women who wander into these buildings looking for a good time have an emptiness to their eyes, as if accepting the way of things. But, I recognize the gleam somehow. My baby has that same vitality to her own gaze. It's a look of innocence. I tuck my gun back into its home and meet her halfway.
    She's about 5'6, taller than Lil's and looks to be older, too. “Um... hi. My car is here for repairs. I was told it would be ready to pick up today...” She eyes the men hovering in the background.
    Fuck. With all the commotion around here these last few days, the boys haven't been able to turn around the repairs as fast as we needed to.
    I run my hand through my hair. Where the hell is ma when I need her? I don't have the time to deal with customers. “Sorry, darlin'... shop's been closed down for some family stuff. Let me have someone check on your car. What's the name?”
    The girl exhales deeply, unhappy with the news. “It's Charlotte, people call me Charlie, though. My Jeep was having some tranny issues. I dropped it off last week.”
    We had more than ten cars in the garage right now, but I knew the one she was talking about. It needed an overhaul. I don't even need to pull the paperwork on it, I knew it was still on the lift with the undercarriage half taken apart.
    “Yeah... I know it. Sorry, but it's not going anywhere for at least another two days.”
    Disappointment shrouded her. She took out her phone and checked the screen. “Oh crap... I've got to be at the hospital in thirty minutes. My shift starts at five and my cab just left...”
    A sturdy hand falls on my back. “Anything I can help you with, boss?” Clink was edging himself into the space in front of the girl. I roll my eyes. Can these guys just fuckin' cool it for one goddamned day? First Blue, and now Clink. He was practically drooling, eye fucking his way over this chick.
    Clink had always been a favorite with the ladies. He had tried to settle down a little bit some years back. He knocked up some club mama and tried to do right by her, making her his ol 'lady. It didn't last long, though. Beth grew tired of the man whoring, packed her shit up and took their little boy to live in