Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Was that a coincidence, or did Luke have a feeling he wasn’t going to make it? When Anthony asked why he wouldn’t give the location of the safe to him, but insisted on him having the codes, Luke had always told him if the time ever came, he would know where it was.
He made his way over to the painting. The office had no other decorations. No art, not even a book. He reached out and took the painting off the wall, and sure enough, behind it, inside the wall, was a safe. He had remembered the combination and figured it was a long shot. There was a chance Luke was faking it all this time, and yet he tried the combination. The safe opened up.
Luke was no longer looking like the enemy. In such a short time, it seemed he had truly come to hate his own club. With the safe, there was only a single file. It was thick and Anthony pulled it out, glancing over it. He didn’t recognize it. He opened it and frowned as there were pictures. None of them were quite clear, until Anthony realized what his father had been talking about.
He moved back toward the desk and spread the file out. Luke had come to realize the kind of shit his club was into, and it would seem he was not a fan. He had created a full document of everything his club was into. Containment holdings, pictures of the women. Some of the images were blurry, but it was all here. Luke knew this.
Anthony pulled out his cell phone and dialed his father. Lash was not known for patience.
The call went to voicemail.
He tried to call Luke again. The man had been alive and breathing when he left him. There was no reason for him to have escaped.
No answer.
Finally, he called his mother.
“Hey, sweetie,” Angel said.
“Where’s Dad?”
There was silence. “I’m not sure. He was handling club business. That is all I know. Why?”
“He’s not answering. I’ll call you back.” He hung up before she said anything.
Holding the file within his hand, he spun around and headed out of Luke’s home. He had to try and find his father.
Once inside the car, he started to call for him again.
“Damn it, Dad, fucking pick up.” For some reason, he had a feeling Luke was in the hands of his father.
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Lash looked down at his cell phone. There were several missed calls from Anthony, as well as one from his wife. He snapped his phone closed and turned back to the man currently tied to a chair. There was blood coming from his mouth.
His patience was running out but Luke seemed to be handling himself a lot better than he gave him credit for.
Dragging a chair over to him, he straddled it. “You’re going to tell me what I need to know.”
“I need to talk to Anthony,” Luke said.
“Do you think I’m going to allow you to continue putting my son in harm’s way?”
Luke laughed.
He hadn’t fully tortured the man, but he had given him a taste of what was to come. Going through the Monster Dogs MC clubhouse had been a complete and total bust. It was empty. No sign of missing women or girls.
Whizz and Nash had helped him torch the place. It was the best thing he’d done since having to deal with their enemy club.
Monster Dogs MC hadn’t even registered on the Skulls’ radar until their kids went to the same school. That had started the problem. He should have ended them years ago, and that was his regret. Anthony shouldn’t have had to make the decision in the first fucking place.
His anger started to build.
“I am not the one who put Anthony in danger,” Luke said. “Your son is perfectly capable of doing that on his own. I made a deal with him and he is the only one I am willing to talk to.”
His cell phone went off. Only, this time, when one call went off, another came in. Glancing at his cell phone, he saw that his son had called him, and started to work his way down the tree. Adam, Tiny, Murphy, Tate, Angel, Nash, Zero, Alex, Hardy, had all tried to call him. He couldn’t ignore it anymore.
Gritting his teeth, he left the abandoned basement and made his way up to the main storage. There was a time the club used this place to store drugs and guns they moved for Ned Walker. They did have other plans for the property, but nothing concrete. The space wasn’t costing them anything.
He pulled out his cell phone and answered the next call that came in. It was his son.
“What?” he asked.
“You have Luke,” Anthony said.
“Look, son, I don’t know what game you’re playing—”
“For fuck’s sake, Dad, he knows, okay? He knows his club dealt with women and children. He has a file here. Where are you?” he asked.