Blood & Bones: Ozzy by Jeanne St. James

Chapter Fifteen

Out in the garage,Ozzy could hear the two women talking in the office, even over the whine of air tools and the noise of Whip lowering a lift.

Reilly’s excited chatter was hard to ignore. She wanted nothing more than to make the newest Fury business a success. But then, she had a motivation in the form of scratch. Trip told her the more the business made, the more she’d make. Like an actual percentage of profits.

Ozzy didn’t get that for managing the motel. What he did get was a roof over his head and scratch in his pocket and, when he had the right employees working for him, he didn’t have to do a lot except make sure everybody was doing their job.

When he hired a fuck-up, he ended up having to fill in. Right now, shit was working smoothly. But Ry was heading back to college any day now and even though Josie would still work part-time as soon as her classes started, it wouldn’t be the same without them there full-time. Maybe he could talk Maddie into helping out, too.

Chelle’s girls had been raised right. They had good work ethic and were smart. Just like Chelle.

Shade was one lucky motherfucker.

Though, Ozzy wasn’t sure he’d want to get stuck suddenly raising three older kids like that. Even though Maddie was now twenty-one and old enough to be on her own or even live on campus, she still lived at home.

Shade wanted to keep all of their kids—and the man considered Chelle’s girls his now, too—as close as possible. In a very short amount of time, he’d become super protective of his stitched-together family.

Now that Shay was busy in the office with Reilly, he figured it would be a good time to corner Dutch without her overhearing their conversation.

“Where’s your old man?” he asked Cage. The mechanic leaned over an engine, busy adjusting the spark plugs.

“Ain’t my turn to watch him,” came the answer. Cage didn’t even bother to lift his head from under the hood. “Who’s the chick?”

“She’s workin’ on makin’ websites for the businesses.”

Cage stopped working and straightened, pulling a rag from his coveralls’ pocket to wipe his hands. “Websites?”

“Yeah, bringin’ the Fury into this century.”

His eyebrows knitted together. “My old man gettin’ one for the garage?”

“He said he wanted one.”

Cage’s eyebrows exploded all the way up his forehead. “He even know what a website is?”

Ozzy snorted. “Don’t he use Pornhub?”

Cage shrugged and shifted enough to get a clear bead on his older brother Rook two bays down. “Hey, asshole, you show Dutch how to find Pornhub?”

Rook came around the truck he was working on. “Figured that was you since when I went to pull up the site on his phone, it was bookmarked to the gay categories. And not the two women type of gay. The other kind.”

“The Teddy kind?” Cage asked.

“Yeah. That was you, wasn’t it?” Rook asked, using his thumbnail to scratch his forehead.

Cage shook his head. “Wasn’t me.”

“That was me,” Rev shouted out from wherever he was. “Now I know every time he pulls it up ‘cause he bitches for five fuckin’ minutes straight ’til he figures out how to find the girl-on-girl action.”

“Straight,” Rook repeated with a laugh. “But fuck, asshole, why didn’t you tell us? I had no idea why he was grumblin’ at his damn phone so much.”

Ozzy barked out a laugh. “Record him next time he does it. I miss all the good shit bein’ over at the motel.”

Rook glanced over toward the office and tipped his head in that direction. “Don’t miss all the good shit.”

Ozzy followed his line of sight. “Yeah. She’s just here for the month.”

“Can do a lot in a month.”

Ozzy dropped his chin to his neck and gave Rook a look. “You should fuckin’ know.” He and Jet hid their secret for way more than a month.

Rook snorted and walked away, throwing over his shoulder, “Check out back. But be careful, he might be out there whackin’ one off if Rev showed him how to access Pornhub.”

“Maybe I should make Lee go see if it’s safe first,” Ozzy suggested loudly enough so Rev would hear it, knowing he’d get a reaction from the man over his ol’ lady.

“No. She don’t need to see the old man jerkin’ on his damn wrinkly-ass pud.”

“Like she ain’t seen it a million times already,” Whip piped in.

Rev shook his head. “We all have, but Ozzy ain’t gonna ambush her like that. She got pissed the last time when she had to run somethin’ over to his house and she got an eyeful of shit she never wants to see again.”

“Afraid the old man’s got a bigger dick than you?” Ozzy asked the younger brother.

“We all know how big his dick is. No need to compare. I beat him by a good inch.” Rev grinned.

Cage snorted. “Yeah, okay, brother. You might be able to convince Reilly of that, but the rest of us know better.”

Ozzy shook his head. “Ain’t here to talk about everyone’s damn dick. You all know mine’s the biggest.”

“Are you out there comparing dick sizes again?” came Reilly’s irritated voice from the office.

“You can hear us?” Rev asked.

Reilly peeked her head out of the office door. “Yes, because you’re all yelling like you’re hard of hearing. It’s making it hard for me and Shay to talk business when you’re all talking about dicks.”

Whip snickered like a twelve-year-old boy. “She said hard.”

“Then close the fuckin’ door if you don’t wanna hear it,” Rook bitched at her.

Reilly shot him the bird and slammed the door shut so hard it rattled.

Ozzy dropped his head and shook it. How the fuck any work got done at the garage, he had no fucking clue. It was a goddamn circus.

Now he just needed to find the ringmaster.

He moved to the steel door at the rear of the garage and opened it a crack. He put his mouth to the opening and yelled, “Your wrinkled dick put away, old man?”

He heard a grunt, then something metal crashing against the door with a crack so loud it made Ozzy jump. He closed it and laughed. A few seconds later he opened it again and peered out. Dutch was sitting at the picnic table set up out back, smoking.

He opened the door wider and glanced down. “You bring a wrench outside whenever you smoke?”

“Never know when I gotta throw one at one of those ignorpotamuses.”

Ignor-what?

Ozzy snorted and stepped outside with his palms held in front of him in surrender. “You got any more of those wrenches?” He wasn’t sure if he’d be fast enough to duck in time. “I come in peace.”

“Bring me that one here.”

“What do I look like, your bitch?”

Dutch turned his head and ran his gaze down him. “That’s exactly what you fuckin’ look like.”

Ozzy left the wrench where it lay in the dirt and moved closer. He sniffed the air. When he settled at the table opposite Dutch, he held out his hand.

“You think I like you enough to share this with you?” Dutch growled, taking another hit of the joint. Once he blew out the smoke and right into Ozzy’s face, he finished with, “I don’t.”

Ozzy grinned. “Us Originals gotta stick together.”

Dutch waved a wrinkled hand. “Bah.”

With another grumble, he handed over the half-smoked joint to Ozzy.

While Ozzy was taking a hit, the garage owner asked, “What the fuck d’you want?”

“I brought Shay here to meet with you.”

“Shay?”

“Yeah, the woman I talked to you about.”

“The one who you think her pop might be an Original.”

Ozzy shook his head. “Don’t know if he was or not. My guess is probably not, but wanna be sure. But no, that ain’t why she’s here.”

“She need her car worked on?”

“No.”

“She need to see a real fuckin’ dick, unlike yours?”

“Doubt she wants to get an eyeful of your gray pubes.”

“No matter how gray or wrinkly my nuts get, the girls still like to suck them.”

“Good to know,” Ozzy muttered. “Ain’t here to talk about your sac, either. She’s here to talk to you about the website for the garage.”

He glanced behind him at the building. “She invisible? Don’t see her.”

“She’s inside talkin’ to Lee right now about Shelter from the Storm.”

“Then why you buggin’ me?”

“Because I wanted to ask you if your forgetful old ass found that box of photos.”

“What box of photos?”

Ozzy sighed. “The box you said you had and needed to find. The one with the photos from back in the day.”

Dutch scratched the back of his neck and squinted. “I said that?”

“Jesus fuck, old man, you losin’ your marbles?”

“Just fuckin’ with you.”

Ozzy shut his eyes, sucked air in through his nose, then blew it slowly out of his mouth.

“They’re at the house.”

“Not doin’ me any good there. She’s here now.”

“She in town for a bit, right?”

“Yeah, ’til she’s done with the list of shit she agreed to do for Trip.”

“She gonna be out at the farm with you next Sunday?”

Shit. He hadn’t thought about next Sunday’s run.“Yeah.”

“Gonna bring them then.”

He wasn’t thrilled about waiting another week, but she wasn’t going anywhere for a while. There really wasn’t a reason to rush and it might end up being a dead end, anyway. Knowing Dutch, the shoebox full of photos could be all of naked women who hung out at the warehouse. Ozzy would have to go through them first to remove anything too obscene. “Don’t forget.”

“Text me to remind me.”

“When the fuck d’you read your texts?”

“When they ain’t from you.” Dutch grabbed the joint back from Ozzy and took another long toke of it before pinching out the end. “All right, my gray, wrinkled balls are sweatin’ out here. Will talk to her in the fuckin’ A/C I pay a fuckin’ fortune for so those snowflakes inside don’t fuckin’ melt.”

As Ozzy pushed to his feet, Dutch’s next question stopped him.

“Hey, you know how to stop all the dick porn from playin’ as soon as I pull up Pornhub?”

Dick porn?

He dropped back down onto the bench. This should be good and worth soggy balls. “Want me to fix it for you? Lemme see your phone.” He held out his hand, hoping the old man didn’t change his mind.

“Wait. You ain’t smart with this shit, either. Sure you know how?”

“It’s Pornhub, of course I fuckin’ know how to navigate that site. What man don’t?”

Dutch reluctantly handed over his phone to Ozzy, who quickly pulled up the site and a page full of “shemale” videos, instead of the gay porn page.

“You want big titties, right?” Ozzy asked, keeping his head tipped down as he scrolled the page. He was doing his best not to give away his evil intentions.

“Yeah. Bigger the better.”

Ozzy nodded. He bookmarked the page so it automatically opened to the shemale search results and, keeping a straight face, backed out of the site and handed his phone back to him. “All set. Lots of big tits.” Lots of big dicks, too.

He coughed sharply to cover up his laugh.

Dutch shot him a suspicious look.

“Why you lookin’ at me like that?” Ozzy asked, slapping an innocent look on his face.

“‘Cause you’re an asshole.”

“Look who’s talkin’. If you don’t fuckin’ trust me, you shoulda asked someone else to help you with your fuckin’ porn—” He snapped his mouth shut as the rear steel door opened and Shay stepped out, her laptop in her hand. “No more talk about porn,” he warned under his breath.

A grin spread across Dutch’s face. It widened even more when he ran his gaze over Shay from head to toe.

Fucker.

“No,” Ozzy said sharply, like he was scolding a puppy who just shit on the floor.

Dutch slowly turned to face Ozzy and gave him a wicked grin.

“No, old man. Off limits.”

When Shay stepped up to the picnic table, she jutted her hand out at Dutch. “Hi, I assume you’re Dutch.”

“One and only.” He grabbed her hand, gave it a quick shake, then took his time releasing it.

“Do you want to do this out here?” she asked him when she finally got her hand back.

“Right here on the picnic table? Sure, we can do that,” Dutch answered with a wink.

Ozzy’s mouth pinched tight. “Cooler inside.”

“You can go in if it’s too hot for your pussy ass. We don’t need you out here,” Dutch told him. “This ain’t got nothin’ to do with you, anyway.”

Ozzy disagreed with that and no fucking way was he leaving Shay alone with Dutch. The man could talk the pants off most women.

But right now, Shay’s shorts were staying right where they belonged. The only one taking them off would be him. Later.

“Asshole here says you’re ridin’ with us on Sunday.”

Shay’s head spun toward Ozzy. “I am?”

Dutch kept running his mouth. “Yeah. My sled’s better than his. It ain’t the only thing that’s better, either.”

“Don’t believe him. Man’s gotta use one of those penis pumps to get it up.”

Dutch surged from his seat. “The fuck I do. I’ll prove—”

“She don’t wanna see your goddamn dick. Sit the fuck down.”

“Don’t got no problem gettin’ it up,” Dutch grumbled.

“I…” Whatever she was going to say turned into a hiss as her gaze sliced back and forth between him and Dutch.

“You want a website or not? She ain’t fuckin’ here for anythin’ else.”

Dutch scowled. “Do I really need one? Ran this fuckin’ place forever without one.”

Shay instantly switched into business mode. “No one uses phone books anymore, having an online presence will make it easier for potential customers to find you. I can keep the website simple. I’ll take some quick photos, and gather the basic info.”

Ozzy could see Shay stifle a laugh when Dutch grumbled some more. She quickly opened her laptop and got to work, impressing the old man.

A difficult feat to do.

But, once again, Dutch wasn’t the only one Shay impressed.