Paige's POV
Lawson Customs stayed open.
I knew some people would think that was reckless, but closing the doors had never felt right to me, especially when everyone around us needed somewhere they could trust.
The first damaged Iron Vipers motorcycle arrived before sunrise.
Ben rolled it through the workshop entrance while Aiden followed behind him, carrying a toolbox.
“Front brake is damaged.” Ben said.
“How bad?” I asked.
“Bad enough that nobody should ride it.” Ben said.
“Then nobody rides it until you fix it.” I said and Aiden looked toward the growing line of motorcycles outside.
“We're going to need more space.” Aiden said and I looked around the workshop.
“We have the space.” I said and Ben raised an eyebrow.
“Where?” Ben asked as I pointed toward the customer waiting are
