Steel My Heart (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Sons of Steel Motorcycle Club Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

catalogs he still insisted on ordering from, no matter how many times J. reminded him of the existence of the Internet.
    When Teach heard J.'s key in the lock he looked up quizzically and punched the volume down on the news show blaring out of his old boombox.  Since retiring after twenty-five years at the prison, he had nothing to do but putter around his shop full-time. Despite that, it still looked like it was 1992 in there.
    Teach raised his bushy eyebrows, but said nothing. 
    J. nodded in reply to the unasked question.  "Yep.  I'm done."
    Teach's mouth twitched.
    "Don't tell me I made you smile, old man," J. growled in mock anger.
    "Don't get full of yourself, you little shit," Teach growled back.  But he was stepping out from behind the counter, his arm already extended.  J. grasped the proffered hand firmly, and looked into the older man's watery, but still sharp eyes and saw the pride there.  "Congratulations, kid, you did good.  Now keep your head down."
    J. nodded.  "Plan on it."
    "You gonna work today?"
    "Yeah I gotta deliver that job tomorrow."
    Teach chuckled and shook his head, his long gray dreads swinging across his chest.  "Weekend warriors.  Gotta love them."
    J. grinned.  "Long as they pay me."
    Teach nodded and wandered back to his catalogs.  J. dropped his riding leathers into a heap behind the counter and stepped through the back doorway and into the garage.
    The bike he was building for the doctor in Rittenhouse was nearly complete.  The weekend warrior had wanted all the bells and whistles J. offered him.  J. wondered if he really was interested or if he was just intimidated by the color of his skin. 
    J. had seen it a billion times.  Teach's shop was famous throughout the Philly biker world as the best place to go to get custom work done.  Rich suburbanites ventured nervously into the no-man's land under the Frankford El, and then were startled when they met an old black biker behind the counter. They were doubly startled when the head mechanic was a tall, broad-shouldered, bare-chested young black man in a patch covered cut.   
    "Hey asshole, what're you doing trying to sneak off to work like that?"
    J. grinned at the voice booming over his shoulder.  "Some of us actually work for a living, you lazy piece of shit." 
    "Ha!" J. grunted when the impact of Case's bear hug nearly knocked him to the floor.  Before he could react, his best friend had his arms pinned at his sides. 
    "Put me down you Viking-looking motherfucker!" J. yelled, kicking his feet as Case lifted him off the ground.
    "Or what, you think you could take me?"
    "You snuck up on me."
    Case dropped him unceremoniously onto the floor of the shop and struck a fighting stance.  His pale cheeks were flushed under his blond beard.  He quickly tied back his dirty blond ponytail and raised his fists. "Go ahead, I'll even let you have first hit."
    J. balled his fists threateningly, then burst out laughing.  Case yanked him into another bear hug and clapped him on the back with his huge hands so hard J. started to cough.  "You're done right?  Free man as of today?"
    J. coughed again, trying to catch his breath.  "Yup, I'm done.  Official parole documents filed with the county and all that shit."
    "You're done?"  Crash's sleepy voice floated out into the shop from the bunk area.  "For real?"
    "Way to pay attention, asshole," Case grumbled.
    "I pay attention.  I just forgot!" Crash whined.  "You know I can't remember shit, asshole."
    They heard the creak of springs as Crash heaved himself painfully out of his bunk. He appeared in the doorway rubbing his stubbled head blearily and squinting his pale blue eyes at the sunlit glare of the shop.  "We gotta celebrate!"
    "You look like you did enough celebrating last night," Teach rumbled, taking in Crash's pale, puffy face and squinting eyes.
    "Just because you forgot how to have a good time, old man."
    "Don't look like you're having such a good time now," Teach shot