Free Chase Part 2: A New Adult and College Billionaire Romance (Chase Me Billionaire Romance Series) by Chloe Grey

She was eying it when we passed your shop a couple weeks ago.”
    “Okay.” She carefully placed the necklace in a stylish box, and rang it up on her cash register.
    After he paid and left the shop, he considered stopping by the restaurant to surprise her with the gift, but couldn’t remember when her shift would finish. He walked back to the apartment. He’d give it to her tonight. Right after telling her the auto shop was probably a chop shop.
    When he got inside, he hid his purchase at the bottom of his dresser drawer. He plopped down on his bed for a moment, reeling at the thoughts in his mind. She would grill him for sure. She would probably demand that he quit immediately. If he told her everything, was there a chance she would turn him away? Maybe she’d think he had known all along. He didn’t think it was possible to totally destroy what they had built over the years—over something like this?
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    If it weren’t for the fact that three night shift mechanics were suddenly unavailable, Chase would never have been asked to help out that night. David had also tried to sweeten the request by offering him double-time pay, and even threw in the compliment that Chase was one of the best technicians the shop had. 
    Meaghan was still at work, so he reluctantly agreed. He knew the time was coming when he would have to tell Meaghan the truth. How he was going to explain it—especially going in tonight—was something he’d figure out while he was checking out what really happened late at night. In the morning, he’d tell her the whole truth about what he discovered. Or just before school started. They really needed the money.
    The shop turned out to be a different place at night. It was full of high end cars, completely restored antique cars, chromed up touring bikes, all of them looking like there was not a thing wrong with them. Could they be stolen? He wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to that, but deep down, he knew. And when David told him to work fast on removing anything that could be used to identify them, he was positive.
    “Why remove the VINs, David?” he asked, trying to act naïve.
    “They’re going to Russia. It’s a big order from a friend of the boss out there. If the VINs are on them, he’ll pay a bigger customs fee.”
    Chase couldn’t hold back the question anymore. “Are these stolen cars, David?”
    “Bud. All these VIN numbers need to be removed. Just do it. And don’t ask questions you don’t really want to know the answer to, got it?”
    Chase did as he was told when David walked away. He made up his mind to quit and explain to his mother he couldn’t work there anymore. He wondered whether his mother even knew what went on there at night. For all he knew, she might have been thinking her husband was a legitimate businessman. He’d have to ask when he saw her next. Whatever the case, it was time to move on. Double pay was good, but knowing this was illegal was the hardest part. So he thought—until he saw the drugs.
    He had made the mistake of going into the back room to look for David. What he found instead was Oliver and Jose, standing beside David, sorting bags of white powder.
    “What the hell! Shit. I didn’t know you ran drugs from here,” he said to them in a hushed tone. “You guys can’t be serious.”
    Jose turned and studied Chase, as if trying to figure him out. “You’re taking this a lot better than I thought you would, man.”
    “Dude. You said it was a totally legit job you were hooking me up to. Not this…” He couldn’t find the words.
    Jose leaned forward on the counter and adjusted the gloves he was wearing. “Take it easy, man. No one asked you to come back here. Just look the other way, and leave it alone.”
    Chase guessed the gloves were to make sure they didn’t leave behind fingerprints, but he had no clue. “I always knew everything would change if I agreed to come in for a late night shift. Now I know I wasn’t wrong. What happens