6
Devil
I heard through the grapevine—Sully while at the cook out—that Dasia was going to work in the chop shop’s office starting Monday. Even though I knew Ryker would be around, I knew he enjoyed greasing up his hands with his head under a hood. He wouldn’t hover over Dasia in the office all day, and I needed to be around her somehow.
Besides, my showing up at the compound wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. f**k knew I spent enough time there since I had nobody and nothing but computers to keep me company at home.
The chop shop sat at the back of the compound’s acreage which bordered state land to keep prying eyes from taking too much interest in our going ons. I parked at the edge of the gravel lot alongside the shop—closest to the office door. Bag and drink carrier in hand, I hunched
