Page 121 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

Another buzz. Another message.

>>Before it’s too late.

A slow, cold unease crept up my spine. I turned on my heel and headed straight for the shop.

Medford wasn’t the kind of place where things just happened. If someone was warning me, they either knew something, or they were involved.

Either way, I wasn’t about to ignore it.

By the time I reached the shop, my gut was a tight knot.

The street was dark, save for the glow from the old lamp post.

And then I saw it.

My stomach dropped. The side entrance was wide open.

I moved fast, stepping inside, then stopped cold.

The place was trashed.

Tools were scattered across the floor, workbenches overturned. Oil had been dumped over the concrete in wide, slick pools, like someone had done it on purpose.

And the cars. Shit.

One of our clients’ vintage Mustangs had its tires slashed, deep, jagged cuts straight through the rubber. Another classic—a ’68 Camaro—had a long, deep scratch down the length of its pristine body.

I swore under my breath, fury burning through me.

And then my gaze landed on the back wall.

My pulse kicked up.

Someone had scrawled a message in thick, black paint.

CAN’T TRUST A GRADY.

I took a step back, my fists clenching.

This wasn’t just vandalism. This was a setup.

Slashed tires. Busted equipment. Expensive, high-end cars left in worse shape than when they arrived.

In a town like Medford, trust was everything. People brought us their cars because they trusted us. Because we ran a tight business.

If word got out that we’d left the shop unlocked, that expensive cars had been damaged on our watch. It could ruin us.

The Grady name was all we had. And someone was trying to destroy it.

I took a steadying breath, forcing the rage back down. This wasn’t just about the shop.

This was personal. And I had a damn good idea who was behind it.

I didn’t think. I just moved.

I was out of the shop, in my truck, and halfway to Hank Lawson’s office before the anger fully set in.

The bastard wanted a fight?

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