Page 30 of Tattered Souls
And in case you weren’t made aware of this, D&G Auto Body doesn’t work on newer model cars. We handle the classics. The only reason we even took him on as a customer was for Tatum.
Fucker hadn’t realized that.
Like he hadn’t realized that Tatum was ten times better than he was.
She was better than me, too.
But the difference between the two of us... he wanted the spotlight... me? I wanted to make other women jealous of her.
Last time he was in here, he complained about his tires, said they weren’t brand new, and we had tried to cheat him.
It took all the patience I could muster to show him the fucking nipples on the brand-new tires, for him to stop that shit.
The second to last time he was in here, it was to complain that his air conditioning wasn’t cold enough.
Well, fucker, if you bothered to hit that little button known as the power button, it sure as shit ain’t going to work.
And don’t even get me started on the previous times.
I was doing so good at keeping my cool.
Well... that was until she stepped out of the passenger side.
Fuck. Me.
Was the universe out to get me or something?
The first woman I’ve ever been truly interested in, and she belongs to some motherfucker.
Hell, if I were being honest about it, everyone but me was a motherfucker.
Not that I deserved to have something that was all that goodness wrapped in a sexy as fuck little package.
And she was that.
Little.
Tiny.
Fucking like Tinkerbell.
And when I saw the bastard sneer at her, well, I did it.
Fuck it.
“Hey, Tink. How you been doing, darlin’?”
The pussy ass little bitch started grumbling.
I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t.
Yeah, that was her new nickname. It fucking fit. And it was mine.
She smiled, then pulled her phone out, stepped closer to me, and showed me a video of my nephew, Granger, her godson, “Look at this.”
I stood there as I watched her screen and chuckled when he said, “Dada stinky poopy.”
She smiled up at me, as Lance said, “Can we freaking get to the part where I tell you what’s wrong with my car?”
