Page 93 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

There was a pause. “What's wrong?”

“Just get here. Bring Owen.”

A sigh. “Alright. Give me ten.”

I ended the call and shoved my phone back into my pocket, pacing the length of the break room.

My eyes kept flicking back to the knife, still embedded in the corkboard like a goddamn trophy.

Ten minutes stretched into fifteen before I heard the rumble of Mason’s truck pulling into the lot, followed by the distinct growl of Owen’s bike.

I stepped out of the break room just as the front door swung open.

Mason walked in first, his expression already tight with concern, his dark green hoodie half zipped over a wrinkled T-shirt.

Owen followed close behind, helmet tucked under one arm, brows furrowed.

“You wanna tell me why the hell we’re getting called in before sunrise?” he asked, voice sharp.

Exaggeration.

Obviously this wasn’t before sunrise, but I didn’t need to point that out when he was pissed.

I didn’t answer right away.

Instead, I turned and stalked back into the break room, letting them follow.

When they stepped inside, their eyes landed on the knife in the corkboard.

Mason let out a low whistle. “Shit.”

Owen’s gaze darkened as he walked closer, plucking the crumpled note from my fist. He smoothed it out, reading the jagged words, his jaw tightening.

“Back off. Sell the shop. Or else.” He exhaled sharply, muttering, “Son of a bitch.”

Mason leaned against the table, arms crossed. “You think it was Lawson?”

I met his gaze. “Who else?”

Owen shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “This is a new low. I mean, we knew he was a snake, but this? He's getting desperate.”

“Desperate means dangerous,” I muttered. “He's done playing nice. Now he's trying to scare us into selling.”

Mason scoffed. “Yeah, well, he picked the wrong damn family to threaten.”

I nodded, but the weight of it all pressed heavy on my chest.

It wasn’t just about the shop anymore. It wasn’t just about us.

I pushed a hand through my hair and exhaled hard. “Nate Harper ran into me on the trail this morning. He says Lawson’s making moves all over town, trying to buy up land, businesses… trying to get his hands on Page Turners.”

That got their attention.

Owen straightened. “Wait, you think that's why Aurora is having legal troubles?”

His words hit like a sucker punch.Legal troubles?

I stared at him, trying to process what the hell he’d just said. “Hold up. What do you mean, ‘legal troubles’?”

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