MECHANIC BOSS(MM)

CHAPTER ONE

NOAH

“You Noah?”

That’s the first thing I hear when I step into the garage.

I turn fast and see him.

He’s tall. Built like he could lift a car with one hand. Grease on his forearms, black shirt tight across his chest.

I nod. “Yeah. Um… I’m here for the job?”

“You’re late.”

“I—yeah. The bus—”

“Don’t care.”

He turns around without another word and disappears behind a lifted truck. I’m left standing there like a damn idiot with my bag still on my shoulder.

Then another guy walks up—shorter, smiling, chewing gum like he’s got nowhere better to be.

“Don’t mind Silas,” he says....