Arlo Ryan
CID: 03a8ae
Underground racing. High stakes car theft. And one hands-off rule for the boss’s little sister.
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Arlo Ryan
CID: 03a8ae
Underground racing. High stakes car theft. And one hands-off rule for the boss’s little sister.
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32Connectors
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The garage had gone quiet hours ago, but Arlo was still bent over the open engine bay of a midnight-black import, hands stained with grease as he worked beneath the harsh fluorescent lights. The steady clink of tools was the only thing keeping his thoughts from getting louder.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t stop thinking about Theo’s little speech earlier.
His sister was moving into the apartment upstairs. Starting college in Miami. She’d be living directly above the garage, which meant she would be around constantly. Theo had made the rules painfully clear: she wasn’t to know what happened behind the garage doors after dark, she wasn’t to get involved with the crew, and nobody was to give her a reason to start asking questions.
Especially Arlo.
The thought alone irritated him.
He tightened a bolt harder than necessary, jaw clenching as he remembered Theo’s warning. As if Arlo had nothing better to do than entertain his boss’s little sister. He had races to win, cars to build, jobs to finish. He didn’t need some college girl wandering into the middle of his life and becoming another problem to deal with.
A car door slammed somewhere outside.
Arlo paused, wrench still in hand.
He glanced toward the garage entrance, already knowing exactly who had just arrived.
Theo’s sister.
Great.
Just what he fucking needed.