The shop was brutal today. Six hours of work, and I busted the s**t out of my hands on this stupid Pontiac engine at least seven times. Locking up and turning toward the guys, I'm looking forward to taking a shower and getting dinner with Faylinn. As I'm walking toward my bike, my phone rings. Trinity's name flashes on the screen, so I answer and put it on speakerphone.
"Shamrock, you better get the f**k up here now," she yells so loud it distorts her voice, but the panic is clear as f**k.
"Trinity, chill out. What's wrong?" I hold the phone out as Throttle and the prospects come over.
"Faylinn just set the f*****g house on fire!"
My heart stops, literally. "What?"
"She set the goddamn house on fire. On-f*****g-fire, Finn!"
"We're coming," I say quickly and end the call
