What's Next?

Underground Mechanic

Genre: Romance, Action

Tags: Love, Cartel, Crime boss, Female Mechanic, Guns, Death, Job opening,

Synopsis:

Della 'Tinker' Winters, your atypical mechanic and shop owner. Having been gifted with an uncanny knack for both tools and the underground trades. She's opened her shop to some after hours extracurriculars. Her ex-fiance Nash Rockwell, a constant thorn in her side, unhappy with her secretive after hours jobs. With him sniffing around, there's no telling what trouble he'll bring her.

Hayes 'Enoch' Lazarus has had his eyes set on a contact, with her name circling the block of the underground network he's determined to secure her expertise and cold stone his enemies from her work. Enoch only works with the best and is determined to have the best. Who's to say she won't become more than just a pretty face under his organization? 

Excerpt: 

"Can you ever be on time?" Nash spits out a chewed sunflower seed at my stained, ratted work boots and I arch a brow at him, sipping my coffee leisurely.

"I wasn't aware I had an early schedule," I comment with a nonchalant shrug, watching as Max fights a smirk over Nash's shoulder, shaking his head as he keeps silent.

"It's three," Nash grunts with a sour expression, "a little late to be productive- you are aware we currently have a lot full of work?"

"I have a car in my booth, I have a line of pick-ups from detailing- and my bay? Does that look empty to you?" I ask pursing my lips daring him. Jack, good buddy ol pal, you're one mean wake up call. Nash crumples the bag of sunflower seeds as he stands, launching his rolling stool against a raised lift.

"The booth? What's the deal with that? Is it done? It didn't look like it. And your bay is double stacked. Does that look good to you? Because it says productivity is behind- again," Nash nags me, making me drop my shades over my eyes in an attempt to combat the friendly hangover.

"How about you get off my ass and let me wake up; I pushed out all of the projects I could," I pause, sipping my coffee to bite my tongue briefly. "If you're worried about my orders- look at my forms, you'll see all of the productivity you need." Nash's features twist as he steps forward, his face growing a purple color in frustration.

"You need to work during the day not night time," he growls inching forward making me raise my hand.

"Get in my face and I'll lay your ass flat, I don't have the restraint to behave right now. Do us all a favor and go back to hiding in the office- some of us have actual work to be done," I give a bitchy smile and a too-da-loo finger wave as I turn towards our parts drop off, seeing the needed stack for the cars currently filling my bay.

Please be the right junk. I'd hate to have to drive to the parts store to fix their bad drop. "Those cars need to be done today," Nash threatens as his sunflower seeds crackle in the plastic as he throws a handful back, biting so hard it sounds like he cracked a tooth.

"Like I've ever been late with orders," I called, not sparing him a glance. I swear he's worse than my mother. The door between the front of the shop and the bays clangs open, its bell a shrill sound that has become the bane of my existence.

"You know," Max calls once Nash has run off with his tail tucked between his legs. "I think the entertainment has become my favorite part of the shop- just wish it lined up with lunch," he laughs, making Jonas release his clown-like cackle.

"I'd say they're a married couple- but they just skipped to divorced," Jonas jokes with Max earning laughter from his buddy.

"Ha-ha, muck it up," I hide my smile behind my mug as I stuff my hand down into my pocket to inspect the shop. No debris left over from last night's project, good. "Be happy that bridge has burned, no one needs that headache." Least of all me. Ever since Nash and I opened the shop five years ago, things between us have soured and not gracefully either.

"Late night?" Jonas questions as he cleans his hands of some foul smelling trans-fluid. The lack of gloves was a big mistake on your part. That is a stench that'll last for days, especially with his cracked wrinkled skin.

"Always is, someone has to keep you slackers looking good," I'm met with a series of snorts and a guaffing laugh.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that hon, inflate that ego of yers," Jonas chuckles winking at me. "I know you like having it stroked." His southern drawl out of place in the city makes me shake my head at him.

"Try it and you'll be scalped," I threaten him, making Max laugh, doubling over as if I've kicked his kidney. The shop phone rings an obnoxious sound to my pounding hangover. I miss sleeping in a house- I don't get pneumatic drill wake up calls.

"Tinker- line one!" Nash calls over the com system making me groan inwardly. I haven't even finished my cup of coffee. I grab the phone at the parts station while holding back a growl of annoyance.

"What can I do for ya?"

"Tinker! Good hearing from ya- got your message, also, do you have room for another client? I have one breathing down my neck looking to get in with you," Devin runs on making me regret picking up the call in the first place.

"You know the rules Devin- besides I'm packed, my roster keeps me busy enough. What are you trying to do, kill me?" I joke lightly with him.

"Ahh come on, Tink, this client has been breathing down my neck trying to get an in with you. Do me a favor will you? Meet with him, please- that's all he wants," Devin tries to persuade me, making me roll my eyes.

"No, I don't have any open slots, I can give him a referral if he'd like?" I know how this sort of thing works, it's a no from me.

"Tinker- please! Just a meeting, I can be there- he just needs you to hear him out. He'll pay top dollar- better than I do." I scoff at that.

"Devin, I have to chase you for your check, part of the reason you pay upfront now," I grunt while listening as he chuckles bemused. "Listen, your car is ready for pick up, come and get it- don't bring your buddy either," I threaten him before hanging up, not keen on listening to more of his begging. He's a pain, but his checks never bounce.

"Another one of your booty calls?" Nash calls through the window making me look at him and blow a kiss.

"Wouldn't you want to know?"