Blue Colla Make Ya Holla (85 page)

Bianca woke up
as she heard the front door close. Reaching over, she felt the warmth of the bed where Jagger had been lying. She was sick of this, and now she was stone cold sober. If she didn’t do something to change their relationship, then they weren’t going to have one. If that meant confronting him and getting other people involved, then so be it. Having him in her life meant that much to her. Grabbing up her cell phone, she pressed a couple of buttons as she got out of bed and started getting dressed.

“Hey, Christy,” she answered in way of greeting when the other woman picked up on the second ring. “Your brother is pissin’ me off, and it stops now. I need backup. Would you be able to help me with that?” She took time to explain what she needed.

A few minutes later, she was dressed and watching the clock to make sure she’d waited enough time for him to leave. Impatiently she glanced up at the clock and figured she’d waited long enough before going and getting in her own car.

It was time to figure out what in the hell was wrong with her relationship, and if that meant getting a little sneaky and a little dirty, then so be it.

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“T
onight should be
the last night.” Jagger breathed a sigh of relief as he sat in the office of Walker’s Wheels. “B is startin’ to get very suspicious of where I’m goin’, and I’m sick of arguing with her. At some point, she may decide I’m not worth arguing for, and then all of this will be for nothing.”

“I’ll happily put someone else on rotation whenever you want me to.” Liam, the owner of Walker’s Wheels and the Heaven Hill MC president, laughed as he looked at the computer. “Although I highly doubt B is gonna get rid of you. That girl may chop your balls off, but I don’t think she’s gettin’ rid of you.”

“When she finds out I’ve been doing this for her, maybe she’ll cut me some slack, but right now, she’s truly about ready to cut my balls off.”

“You never mess with your lady, but you’re young, you’ll figure that out.” Liam cursed as he motioned for the computer to hurry up. It was lagging big time and had been for a while. “Steele was supposed to put more memory in this fucker so it would load quicker, and it feels like it loads slower. How the fuck does that work?”

Shaking his head, Jagger situated himself in the chair so his feet rested firmly on the floor. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You know that you can ask me anything you want to. I’m not gonna bite.” Liam started clicking away on the computer.

“How did you do it with Denise?”

A small smile played on Liam’s face. It tilted the corners of his lips up and softened his whole expression. It turned him from a man who took leadership to a whole other level to a man in love with his wife. “On the back porch, with her own cut and my property patch.” He grinned.

“Nice.” Jagger ran his hand over his head. “I don’t know how I’m gonna do it.”

“Well, my brother, you better figure it out, ’cause with the commission on this one, I think you got enough.”

Liam turned the computer screen so Jagger could see what he was seeing. He whistled between his teeth. “I think so too; where the hell is that?”

“Over on Clay Street. Don’t ask me how someone who lives on Clay got the bank to give them a loan for a motherfucking Hummer, but if you want it, then I’ll go with you, just in case.”

“I appreciate that, and I do think I want your help.”

They left the office, walking over to the tow truck they used to do repos. Repos weren’t a huge part of their business, most of their legit money was made with the day-to-day operations of the shop, but when they needed quick cash and wanted to go about it in a legal way, bank repos were the way to go. Jagger walked around the side of the tow truck, checking the chains, making note that the work wasn’t as hard as it had been a few weeks ago when he had started. He’d definitely need to work out with the chains more often; they kept him from getting too soft.

“Everything look good?” Liam asked as he had a seat in the passenger side.

“Looks good,” Jagger confirmed as he hopped in the driver’s seat and they left the shop, heading towards Clay Street. The part of town they were going to had a lot of working-class people in it, but it also had its fair share of not-so-savory people, and they were both glad that this was the last call for a while.

*

“How are we
supposed to know where he’s going?” Bianca asked Christine, the woman she wanted to one day call sister-in-law, as she picked her up at the clubhouse.

“Easy peasy. I asked Steele a couple of questions, ya know, pretending that his brain was turning me on, and he let me know that the tracker app they used for you is on most of the bikes and all equipment at the shop. I swiped the master password and turned it on to Jagger’s frequency. I am in
so
much trouble when he finds out.” She threw a saucy grin at B that said she wouldn’t mind to be in the kind of trouble she had coming to her. “Jagger’s bike is at the shop, but a tow truck just left.”

“He’s doing repos?” Bianca questioned, surprised. That was the only thing that made sense; they made no money when it came to an actual towing business, and they only had the one tow truck. It wouldn’t be feasible financially for them to do anything besides repos, and usually the one doing the driving was the one getting personally paid. “They only do that when they need quick money. I wonder what he needs quick money for.”

“Your guess is as good as mine, but there’s only one way that we’re going to find out if that’s what he’s really doing or not.”

Christine was right. Bianca could only hope she wasn’t going to get in trouble with Jagger too, or anyone else for that matter. What the hell had he done to cause him to need quick cash? She knew that they talked about a house, about moving from their apartment, but it wasn’t something they were planning on doing in the next year, even. It made her stomach uneasy, and it made her question just how well they had been communicating lately.

‡

D
riving cautiously wasn’t
in Bianca’s nature, but she was worried as she pulled off of Porter Pike and onto Louisville Road that she would run into the Walker’s Wheels tow truck. The tracking device they were using was showing they were very close to each other. But neither she nor Christine could be sure how reliable this GPS was. It wasn’t something they had been able to ask before Christine had stolen the device.

“If he sees us, he’ll probably kill you first and then tell Steele on me,” Christine mumbled as she messed with the GPS, trying to get a more accurate read, unfortunately she wasn’t as gifted technologically as her boyfriend.

“Shit.”

Bianca ducked her head as best she could. The tow truck was two cars in front of her at the stoplight at the intersection next to the Kentucky Street police station and the railroad tracks. It was dark and growing darker by the minute, and she hoped that would help keep them under cover.

“This has bad idea written all over it. Why did I agree to help you with this?” Christine asked as she ran her hands over her arms. She had an uneasy feeling; one she hadn’t had in a very long time.

“Because you’re sick of me bitching about how your brother never pays any attention to me, and you know that he’s good for me and I’m good for him. Sometimes, I just get ideas that really need to be knocked out of my head,” B huffed out on a breath. This was obviously one of those ideas she should have been talked out of.

As they crossed into a rougher part of town, next to the university, she thought about turning back. She knew now that Jagger was doing repos, and it had nothing to do with him stepping out on her. “Do you think we should turn back?”

“I think they’re heading to Clay Street, and this Mustang might be more than a little conspicuous there. You know what he’s doing, now you need to find out why, and that’s something you can do in the comfort of your own apartment.”

Bianca heard what Christine was saying and decided that she was right. Instead of turning when the tow truck did, she accelerated and continued on straight to make a loop that would take her all the way around Bowling Green and back to where she’d started in the first place.

*

“Thank God they
didn’t turn in,” Jagger breathed as he and Liam made their way towards the house where they would be picking up the car. Regardless of what Christine and Bianca thought, they were about as incognito as a woman with hot pink hair. The longer they had trailed behind the tow truck, the wetter his palms had gotten and the faster his heart had beat. There was one thing he’d never want to do and, that was put B or his sister in any kind of harm’s way, and them following the truck into this neighborhood would be going into the belly of the beast.

He knew when this was all over he was going to have to have a serious talk with the both of them.

“I know,” Liam agreed. The vehicle they were about to repo belonged to one of the more well-known drug dealers in the area. The police must have really been on his ass if he couldn’t make a couple of car payments, and he would think nothing of using a couple of women, who had no idea what they’d gotten themselves into, for leverage. “This might get ugly, and I didn’t want to have to be worried about the two of them.”

The part of town they were in was working-lower class. Just like any other neighborhood, there were homes that were well maintained and others that looked like they were falling in at the studs. A few of the houses had children’s toys and playsets in the front yard. A yearning took hold in Jagger’s chest, and he had to physically rub it away. He hoped that one day he and B would have children. He knew they would, but first he had to get through this, and then he had to convince her that he had been doing this for the good of their relationship.

Pushing further into the neighborhood, they passed a couple of homes where they knew families lived; one in particular caught Jagger’s eye. “Why didn’t Cash tell us that the gutter fell off their place?” Cash was a college kid who did odd jobs at the shop, and they had all taken him under their wing.

“Too proud. I’ll send somebody out here to fix it tomorrow.” Liam grabbed his phone and fired off a text. “It will be done.”