13
Ryker
I’d spent an hour in the chop shop before caving and telling my chicken s**t self to grow some goddamn balls and call Pia. Thank f**k I did.
I hung up and it took me all of two minutes to get a plan set in my head, before I headed out of the office to set it in motion. I grabbed a set of keys to one of the vehicles Sully, my other head mechanic, had readied to strip down, and checked to make sure it still had a set of stolen plates on the front and back of the car.
“Borrowing this one!” I hollered across the shop. “Lights all working?”
Sully glanced up from the engine he’d been bent over, ratchet in hand, giving the car I stood beside a quick once-over. “It’s ready to roll. If you’re goin’ for lunch, grab me a sub, too!”
“Not coming back today—you’re in charge.”
“Ooo!” He c
