Page 38 of Tattooed Love

And still do.

I was actually finding myself taking more risks lately. Maybe it was my disconnection with the gang.

I frowned for a second, my hand on the door knob to the garage. Why was the door ajar? I was the only one who went into the garage.

Because all my cars were in there, as well as my dirt bikes.

I pushed it open, and saw something that made my eyes widen.

“What are you doing?” I asked Cole as he got up from kneeling beside my dirt bike.

“Finishing your work,” he said simply, wiping grease on his pants.

I frowned, “And why would you do that?” He had never encouraged me to ride. In fact, he took it upon himself to slash my tires so I couldn’t ride. Now he was here, fixing my bike?

He shrugged his shoulders.

My mouth dropped open, seeing the finished bike, which I had left in pieces. “How long did that take you? That would have taken me all day to put back together!”

He shrugged again.

I swallowed sharply. Just when I wipe my brothers off for good, Cole goes and does this.

“You didn’t have to.” I said. “I am capable of doing it.” Me being incapable was the only reason I could think of him doing it.

“I know you can, and you didn’t have to sew up my shoulder, but you did.”

So this was his way of saying thank you.

“Thanks.” I was actually really thankful because this had saved me a full day. That meant I could hit the tracks today.

“You can wipe that grin off your face; you aren’t getting out of school today.” Cole flattened my hope that everyone had forgotten it was a Monday.

I groaned. “Can you not remind Troy that it is Monday?”

He smirked, like he knew something I didn’t. “He actually sent me to go wake you up an hour ago. You can thank me for the sleep-in.”

I had wondered why no one was banging on my door this morning.

I sighed. “I guess I should get dressed for school then.” I hated school.

“Yeah, you sound thrilled about that.”

“I hate school.” It was no secret.

“Yeah we all did. But…”

“But what?”

“But dad never expected us to take over from him, like he is expecting you to.”

My eyes widened. “Over my dead body will I ever work a nine to five job?”

He grinned. “Dad needs someone to hand the empire he has been building over to.”

“Then you can take it.” I scoffed and walked out of the garage, because I couldn’t go to school in what I was wearing.

“All us boys agreed you are to do it.”

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