Trust (Trojans MC Book 6) Read Free Page B

away, and he’s wise.”
    “You taught him to shoot, and to fight?” Knuckles asked.
    “You got it. Every chance I get. My son is one tough nut.”
    Knuckles smiled. One day he hoped to be saying the same words. Not about the whole pregnancy crap, but about being a tough nut. He saw the love and the pride in Duke’s eyes. Duke was a good dad.
    “You wait until Bell is having all the guys chasing her. You’re going to be the unbearable dad,” Brass said, leaning against the wall, eating an apple.
    “Leave him alone. Give him a chance to enjoy having a daughter,” Knuckles said.
    “Have you heard what Pike is planning? He’s going to lock her up in a tower where she’ll be too old to ever have sex or find men.”
    Knuckles burst out laughing. “Guy’s kidding himself.”
    Moving toward the reception, Knuckles put the call through to Rusty Frank to come and pick up his baby.
    “Excuse me,” a feminine voice asked.
    Looking up, Knuckles stared into a pair of green eyes. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he asked.
    “My car, it broke down, and I don’t know what to do.” She nibbled her lip, looking downright petrified. He didn’t like women who were scared.
    “Brass, need your help,” he said. “You want to tell me where your car is?”
    She made her way out of the door, and he watched as she ran toward the gate, and around the corner. There he saw a beat up old car with smoke coming out of the engine.
    “You’re not from around here?” he asked, waving a hand in front of him.
    “No. I’m just passing through.” She tucked some of her raven hair behind her ear.
    Knuckles glanced behind him and was shocked to see Brass already there, but his usually mouthy club brother was fucking silent, drinking in the woman. Rolling his eyes, Knuckles moved his attention back to her. “We’re going to need to push this toward the yard, but I can guarantee you’re not going anywhere.”
    “Shoot, okay, there’s no way I can get this fixed quickly? I don’t know, use tape and glue.”
    “Sorry, no can do. Just from the smoke alone I can guarantee there’s some problems there.” Why wasn’t Brass helping him with this? “Brass, you going to be any help?”
    “Your car’s fucked.”
    “Let’s get it into the yard, and we can look.”
    All three of them rolled it toward the gates. The moment they came into view, Duke and several of the Prospects helped him to push it into position so he could have a look at it.
    Opening up the trunk, Knuckles saw it was going to be no use. The engine was completely shot.
    “When was the last time you had this thing checked out?”
    “I don’t know. I bought it a couple of days ago with cash,” she said. “It was just the spur of the moment thing. Jump in, drive, explore.”
    Staring at her, Knuckles didn’t like how jumpy she was. “I need some ID.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah, really.”
    She grabbed her card out of her back pocket, and he saw she was twenty-eight years old, Eliza Bishop.
    “I’ll be right back.”
    Heading into the office, he put a call through to Raoul. “I need you to do a quick search on Eliza Bishop. Raven hair, twenty-eight years old.”
    “Something going on?”
    “Don’t know.”
    “Give me a minute. I’ll call Diaz.”
    Taking the phone with him, he placed it in his back pocket, and made his way back toward Brass and Eliza.
    “Is everything okay?” Eliza asked.
    “Your engine is completely shot. Whoever sold you this piece of shit, they didn’t exactly do you a good deal. I’m going to have to do you a whole new engine, and that’s not even including the mess underneath the car, pipes and shit.”
    “Ugh, I just really wanted to get on the road.”
    “Any reason you running?” he asked.
    “I’m not running.”
    Brass sent him a look, but he wasn’t interested in having a brother playing mute, like a television.
    If he wanted to stay silent, then he could fucking remain so.
    The phone rang, and it wasn’t Raoul. It