Ride Me Right

Chapter 8

Sabotaged
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Harley Finley

I hunched over the front bumper of my car with my flashlight in my hand as I looked at all the metal and plastic parts that made this piece of shit run.

Or should I say break down?

Anger rushed through me at the thought of being stuck in this town for any longer. It was unbearable to think of running into more of my past.

The funeral for Jim was enough to last a lifetime, in combination of seeing my ex and having to deal with Colten, who seemed slightly jealous of the idea of me not only thinking about his cock. I was ready to combust into dust and just let the wind take me home at this point.

"What are you doing?" Colten asked with amusement circling his words as he watched me.

My finger followed along a piece of hosing that connected with the motor. I squeezed it, allowing a small amount of oil to coat my finger. So I climbed in deeper, allowing my ass to raise to the ceiling in the garage as I tried to see where the leak was coming from.

"Trying to figure out why a twenty thousand dollar, brand new car decided to have a seized motor out of nowhere." I grumbled out, finally spotting a hole where the leakage was coming from. "Hold this for me." I demanded and reached my hand out to his until he took the flashlight.

Colten sighed as he held the light in his hand while I unclamped the hose from its designated spot, sending a few drops of motor oil to the ground in a ooze fashion.

Much less than I anticipated spilled out.

"Elijah will be back soon."

I ignored him and his stupid comment, guiding his hand downward to see better in the poorly lit garage bay.

"Yeah, well Elijah also told me he'd look at it today and then just left out of nowhere." I complained, thinking back to just a few hours ago when he disappeared like a magic trick.

"Do you even know what you're doing?" Colten raised a brow as his hand shook slightly from his silent laughter.

"You know what, Colt? Just shut up. How about that? Every one in this town can shove their opinions up their asses and go fuck themselves." I snapped, jamming my hand further into the tight space to loosen other side of the hose.

"What's your problem, Harley?" Colten snapped just as quickly.

With the long hose in my hand and a vendetta on my mind, my voice raised. "You are my problem, Colten. If it wasn't for you I would have been home yesterday. I wouldn't be here, in this fucking garage where Jim spent all of his time instead of with me. I wouldn't be stuck staying in his house or having to face dealing with my past demons for god knows how long until this piece of shit is fixed."

"Woah, back up, angel." Colten raised a hand in the air. "If it's anyone's fault, it's your own. I didn't fucking tell you to stay. You wanted to. Don't turn this around on me just so you could blame anyone but yourself for wanting to be fucked right."

I groaned loudly, snatching my light from his hands and inspecting the slit mark that stretched down the side. "What the fuck." I murmured.

Colten forcefully took the tube from my hand with furrowed brows. "Show me where this was." He demanded, his tone dripping with sudden seriousness.