Now it’s Monday morning, and I’m sitting in Wentworth Realty.
The agent in front of me has been accommodating with my short time frame and was able to get the documents ready in short order.
She slides the paperwork in front of me, and I sign my name on the rental agreement. I’ve got big plans, so I’m impatient to get this business finished.
“And I’ll just need the first and last month’s rent,” she says.
“Yes, ma’am.” I give her the payment, and she passes me the keys.
“It’s all yours. Rent is due on the fourth of each month. You can pay online at the website listed in the lease.”
I gather up my copy. “Thank you.”
Walking outside, I turn the corner, and head to the club’s pickup truck. I’m dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans. I didn’t want to wear my colors, so I didn’t ride my bike.
Driving across town to the Saint’s Garage, I pull into the lot and park next to my bike. The overhead doors are up, and the guys are working on several vehicles.
Rio and Zig happen to be here, so I make a beeline for them.
Prez looks up when I approach. He leans on the side of a car, staring under the hood. Mauler has his head under it, checking something.
Zig stands by with his arms folded.
“You got a minute, prez?” I ask.
“Sure.” He straightens and wipes his hands on a rag. “Whatcha need?”
“Can we talk in the office?” I ask.
“Okay.” We head there, and he drops into the seat behind the desk while I take the opposite chair. “What’s up?”
“I want to know if I can make more of the runs down to the border. I need the extra cash.”
He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing. “You can always pick up more shifts here at the garage.”
“The other pays more.” He and I both know that.
He leans back and folds his arms. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just… Just savin’ up, you know.”
He nods, and I’m sure he’s thinking it’s for the chapter I told him I want someday. I can’t tell him what it’s really about. I don’t need the club in my business. Not about Luisa. He’d be pissed. Right now, I’m not lying; I’m… just omitting details. At least, that’s what I tell myself.
“Okay, sure. I’ll tell Zig to make sure it’s done.”
I stand and extend my hand. “Thanks, prez. I appreciate it.”
He stands as well, and we head back to the shop.
“You stickin’ around?” Rio asks when I toss the truck keys to Bandit.
“Nah. I’ve got something I’ve got to do.”
“We’re having a meeting tonight,” he reminds me.
“I’ll be there.”
I head to my bike and glance at the time. I’ve got one more stop and then preparations to make.
