Page 124 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

But not now.

It was time to stop reacting. Time to start playing smarter.

I exhaled, rolling my shoulders back. “You know what, Hank? You're right.”

His smugness faltered, just a little. “Excuse me?”

“You are untouchable,” I said, keeping my voice level. “You’ve been doing this so long, people just expect you to win. It’s boring at this point.” I met his gaze, letting my own smirk form. “But you know what's not boring?”

Hank frowned.

“Watching someone like you lose.”

The amusement drained from his expression.

I turned on my heel, heading for the door before I let the anger take over again. I had to get out of there before I did something I’d regret.

But just before I stepped out, I paused in the doorway.

“And Hank?” I glanced over my shoulder. “Next time you try to destroy someone, you should probably make sure they don’t have more fight left in them.”

I didn’t wait for his response.

I walked out of that office, my heart hammering, my fists aching from how tightly I’d been clenching them.

Hank thought he was untouchable. He thought he had the upper hand.

But he had no idea what was coming next.

I was already dialing before I even hit the parking lot.

The night air was cold against my skin, but my blood was still running hot from that conversation. I could still see Hank’s smug expression, still hear the way he’d dismissed us like we were nothing more than an inconvenience.

That bastard thought he had us boxed in.

But we weren’t going down that easy.

Owen picked up. “What's up?”

“Get to the shop,” I said, heading toward my truck. “Now.”

A pause. “What happened?”

“We got set up. I'll explain when you're both here.”

Owen didn’t argue. “On my way.”

I ended the call and immediately hit Mason’s contact. He answered on the second ring.

“Ethan?”

“Need you at the shop,” I said, starting the truck. “It’s bad, Mase.”

He didn’t ask questions, just let out a sharp breath. “Be there in ten.”

I threw the truck into gear and peeled out of the parking lot, my thoughts racing just as fast as my tires.

This wasn’t just about the damage at the shop anymore.

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