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homosexual,” I nearly
shouted as I rounded the corner of the vehicle.
    Mayhem lifted a dark eyebrow.
“Tell your dick that.”
    I glanced down. Okay, I may be
hard and filling up my jeans but that didn’t mean I wanted to play ass buddies
with him. I was undercover for fuck’s sake. “Was that story real? Your father, jail, right from wrong?” I asked as we started
walking along the flat, red ground toward the store. Normally I stayed in the
truck but this time I followed him.
    “Yup. All true.”
    Interesting. “You think
there’s a thick line between right and wrong?”
    “I think a man having a master
should only be for fucking. And I think women should have their choice about who they want between their legs.” He
pulled a fresh cigar out of his jeans pocket and sniffed it. “I also think , you do stare at my ass a lot.” Mayhem opened the door to
Harley’s shop.
    I was left staring at the back of
him until the door closed. So what, I appreciated another man’s body form. That
was all. Mayhem was tan skin over thick muscle. It was a natural reaction to appreciate his strength. That was all.
There was nothing sexual about it. And the only reason for my tented pants was
the fact that I hadn’t “handled my own business” since I went undercover. I
explained everything away and then felt confident enough to enter the store.
    Harley’s was a one-story building
at the edge of the city with a connecting garage. There were smaller businesses
on the side of him and across the street but opposite his parking lot was a
construction site. It was lit up now. After the peacekeeper building bombings,
the government couldn’t sit back and ignore the problem. They decided to take
an active role in these lawbreakers, which is why they put me undercover. There
was a new bill being written up that would seriously limit the MC’s abilities.
    The door clicked shut behind me
and the bright, sunny day was blocked out by the dimly lit room with only two
small windows covered by holographic curtains. There were rows of shelves here
with various hover tech parts. I followed a random a isle to the long counter that was toward the back of the store.
    “Get lost?” Mayhem asked.
    I ignored him.
    He was bringing the cigar up to
his lips and that unique smell filled the air. It did not help my reasoning
skills when my dick only grew harder.
    There was a rumble of noise from
the back room and then Harley came out.
    I had a nagging suspicion that
this guy wasn’t as innocent as he seemed. He sold parts, but a few peacekeepers noticed that his store was getting a
lot more deliveries and pickups with the MC’s. Of course, they did own a
garage.
    Harley J. Smithson, as his ID
claimed, was thirty years old. He had this easygoing posture as he placed the old-fashioned
book dangling from his fingers on the counter. He was a true ginger, reddish -orange hair on his head, a slight
shadow of stubble on his face with piercing green eyes, and freckles. He also
had an accent so thick I could hardly understand him.
    “Hey, Harley.” Mayhem took
another puff of his cigar. “Our order in?”
    “Aye, it’s ’ere. You wantin’ ta
see it or do ya trust yer ol ’ pal, ’ arley ?”
    Mayhem tipped the cigar out from
between his lips. “Now, I know you asked a question, but I don’t know what the fuck it was. Speak English, motherfucker.”
    Harley smiled wide in spite of
the insult. “Yer just jealous I’m not shoving me big dick in yer arse.” Harley winked at me then turned and walked into the back
room.
    “You wish you could get a piece
of me, ” Mayhem said, grabbing the crotch
of his jeans.
    I looked away. I was being polite. Decent. Yup, that’s why I looked away.
    Harley placed a medium-sized box
on the counter then retrieved a second one. “Yer bike parts.” He wiped his hands on his pants.  
    Mayhem glanced at me. “Are you
waiting for a fucking blowjob? Put that shit in the truck.”
    I stacked the boxes atop