And he couldn’t go straight to Archie after six hours at thegarage without going home and having a shower first.
So he couldn’t get to S.I.L.on the Hill until lateafternoon.
He was pissed at the delay.
Now that he knew where she was, and his decision had beenmade, he wanted to see Archie, talk to her, get some shit sorted, learn othershit and make it clear he was done dicking around, and whatever it was thatconnected them, they were going to explore.
But when he walked through the door to her shop, which wasright on Colfax in the Capital Hill area, he learned his timing couldn’t havebeen better.
There was stuff all over the floor, the area close to thedoor and in front of the cash register, was a disaster, and Archie was standingbetween two kids who had their backs to Jagger, and Mal, who was on her otherside, was facing Jag.
Her arms were up like the referee holding two opponents fromeach other in a ring.
Jag had a feeling he was about to meet the Harris brothers.
And with one look at the expression on Mal’s face—and thekid was openly freaked and upset—he knew how he was gonna play it.
He didn’t delay doing that.
“What the fuck is going on here!” he barked.
Archie’s attention shot to him, Mal jumped a foot, and thetwo little shits he knew were there for no reason but to cause trouble, whirledaround on him.
He took them in.
Bullies.
Twins.
Twin fucking bullies.
Jesus.
They were Mal’s age.One needed to lay off full-sugar Cokeand the other was skinny and weaselly.
But even if their bodies couldn’t be more different, theywere the same height, had the same face, and the same beady eyes.
That said, only one pair of those eyes was mean.
However, the belligerence shifted when they got a load of apissed-off biker standing between them and the door.
“You two do this?”he asked them, stabbing a finger at themess.
The skinny one’s stance adjusted like he was going to make abreak for it, so Jagger turned, walked the three strides that took him back tothe door and flipped the lock.
He retraced his steps and announced, “Not gonna ask again.”He threw out a hand in a repeat of indicating the mess all over the floor.“Youdo this?”
No one said anything.
He looked to Archie.“Babe, these two fucks do this to yourstore?”
“Jagger, I’ve got this,” Archie replied.
But the Harris twins didn’t miss the “babe” part of what hesaid.
They were looking at each other with identical “oh fuck”expressions.
Jag crossed his arms on his chest, glanced between them andstated, “Yeah, motherfuckers, I’m in this mix, I do not like what I see, sowhat I see better change right fuckin’ now.Clean this shit up.”
