Page 4 of Jag

Chapter One

Jag

“Feels good, doesn’tit?” I looked at Coast and Flirt as we placed the finishing touches on the first bikes built under Black Hawk Custom Bikes.

“Fuck yeah, it does,” Coast said as he tossed his rag in the bin for the used ones.

“And the best part, we already have three more orders. Brothers, we can officially consider this a business,” Flirt said as he slapped Coast and me on the back.

“We’ve been a business. You’re just saying that because of the money,” I said, tossed my own rag in the bin, and stood back to look at my handiwork. The chrome reflected the sunrays that filtered through the open bay door of the garage.

“Damn straight. Even after we buy the supplies and parts for the next three orders, we’ll be left with a decent profit. All about the numbers, brothers,” Flirt said and chuckled when Coast and I groaned.

Every month we go over the books for the club’s businesses, and while we griped, Flirt was in his element.

Christ, I’d take a legal brief any day over rows and rows of numbers.

When my cell vibrated, I reached in my back pocket, pulled it out, and looked at the screen, then hit the accept button. “What’s up, Boss?” I asked as I held the cell to my ear.

“Hey, VP, Turk and I have the contract for the building we’re purchasing to house the cannabis store. Wanted to know if you had the time to take a glance at the papers. We could come to Black Hawk or meet you in town? Whatever works for you.”

“I’ll come to you. Better yet, meet you at Soft Tails, we can grab some grub.” I went to the workbench and put the tools I used away. There was nothing left to do now but wait for the weekend to roll around and the buyers to pick up the bikes and pay their final costs. Then on to the next orders.

“That sounds good. But if you have the time, can you meet us at the building beforehand and have a look around. Value another opinion besides mine and Turk’s before we sign the paperwork and finalize the buy.”

“Yeah, no problem. That’s doable. See ya in a few, Boss.” I touched the disconnect button, slid the cell back in my pocket, and straightened the workbench.

“You heading to town now, Jag?” Coast asked.

“Nah, going to grab a shower first. You two got anything going on? Want to ride?”

“Works for me. I was just going to eat a sandwich at the house after I cleaned up, but a burger and fries and a cold beer sounds a helluva lot better for lunch,” Flirt said as he locked the storage room where we kept our additional parts and materials along with the paints.

“The idea of adding the temp control to the storage room was one of Speed’s better ideas,” I said when Flirt had shut the storage room door.

“Well, true, but don’t tell him that, Jag. We’d never hear the end of the shit,” Coast said and laughed. He knew like I did, that Speed wasn’t like that, we just enjoyed giving him a hard time. Even more since the high-strung, over the top man with a zero to sixty seconds temper had mellowed. Well, at least when it came to Sami and Ally.

“Where is our brother? As a matter of fact, where are Devil and Crusher?” Flirt asked. “I figured they’d want to be here when the last of the touch-ups were done.”

“Crusher went with Carly to her last checkup with the physical therapist, if she gets cleared, she’ll be back to work at the sheriff’s station.” I lowered the bay door as I talked and then headed toward the side door. “Speed is with Sami at her appointment at Dr. Minton’s office. And Ghost and Luna tagged along because she has an appointment, too. Lastly, Dev took Neely to meet with Bailey, she has a pediatrician’s appointment. Neely does, not Bailey.” Once we walked out, I locked the door and turned, and Flirt and Coast were grinning. “What?”

“Brother, I’m amazed you felt the need to clarify who was going to the kiddie doctor. I mean, damn, not like we are total morons about kids.” Flirt chuckled, then continued. “However, I do find it quite amusing on how the mighty have fallen. Don’t get me wrong, the women our brothers have chosen are fuckin’ awesome, but did either of you ever think when we came back from the military our lives would change so much in a short amount of time?” Flirt asked as we started walking toward our homes.

“Nope, but I gotta say, with as happy as those fuckers are, I wouldn’t mind waking up every morning like that,” Coast said and kept walking.

“Then lock the doc down, man,” Flirt said and earned himself a scowl from Coast.

“I’m not you, Flirt. I refuse to tie her to my damn bed. I much prefer she come to it willingly.”

“Don’t underestimate the ability a good set of ropes has,” Flirt said, and I smiled when Coast shook his head and groaned.

“I’m not even going to get started on that shit, Flirt. Fuck me, I try hard not to think about the things I saw when I visited you on leave, and you took me to that club.” Coast did a fake shiver, and I cocked my brow.

“Asshole,” Flirt said and slapped Coast’s shoulder.

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