Ice walked into King’s Garage and looked around. It was crazy busy and if he’d been there to get his motorcycle fixed, he’d be worrying about getting it looked at before they closed in four hours, at seven o’clock. As it was, he had zero interest in a service.
His ice-blue eyes scanned the room and stopped when he spotted the man he’d come to see.
Matt ‘King’ Kingston was walking over to him and despite Ice’s military background, and his decade as an Enforcer for the Road Devils, and his large frame, he was briefly intimidated by King, just as he always was. It was such a fleeting feeling that it passed within a single heartbeat, but still – Ice never forgot who he was dealing with. Nobody did.
“Ice.” King extended his ludicrously-large hand covered in thick silver rings and Ice shook i
