Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“Never said you had to.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. Probably exasperated with me. “Do what I told you. Take a long shower. When you get done, if you want to, lie down and take a nap. I promise no one will bother you. And, Carrie…” He waited until I met his gaze and held it. “I don’t expect payment. Just let me help. That’s payment enough.”
Chapter Three
Hawk
I was in so much trouble as to not even be believed. I think I’d rather go back to prison than have to deal with the shit show in front of me. And I didn’t mean cleaning up the dead bodies. I mean that fucking girl and her fucking big eyes and trembling lips with an apparent streak of badassedness that was off the fucking charts. My cock was so hard right now the fucking room was spinning. And I felt like a fucking giant-ass prick.
Carrie was… ethereal. In some ways, she was so very innocent and timid, but after watching that fucking video feed Knight showed us? That woman was lethal. And a huge fucking question mark.
“Ain’t never seen nothin’ like that in my whole Goddamned life.” Tiny sounded equal parts awed and terrified. “You found the third guy yet?”
“Yeah.” Knight did something on the tablet in his hand and we watched as the third guy she hadn’t mentioned stumbled through the fog. She’d sliced a wide arch over his abdomen with the knife she’d taken away from his buddy but hadn’t been able to finish because one of the others had grabbed her again. He made it about a hundred yards before he was grabbed by someone out of the mist, his neck quickly and efficiently broken.
“Guy’s done that a fuckin’ time or two,” Knuckles muttered. “Were you able to identify the bastard?”
Knight sighed. “I managed to blow up one image. Luckily, it was on the one HD camera in this whole place other than ours.”
“That’s a good thing. Right?” I didn’t like the look on Knight’s face. It meant whatever he found we weren’t gonna like.
“You’d think, huh.” He shook his head as he tapped on the tablet again. A picture of the guy pulled from the cameras popped up. “Guy’s a ghost. Not in any database I’ve run it through. And I got access to the FBI and INTERPOL.”
“How’d you do that?” Noose sat up straighter, taking interest when not much ever made him look up from whatever handheld video game he was playing. Guy had spent the majority of his childhood in juvie before finishing out five years in a federal prison for the big boys. Once he got out and came to us, he buried himself in technology. Specifically, anything that made whatever game he was interested in at the time run faster and better.
Knight gave him a look. “Not for you, Noose. Fucked up as the system is, I like the world in a semi-stable place.”
Noose narrowed his eyes. “What’re you tryin’ to say?”
“That I’m not letting you anywhere near anything where you can cause havoc.” Knight pointed at Noose. “Got my eye on you, brother.” Knight was only half joking. The rest of us chuckled. I thought the whole thing served as a way of breaking the tension. I couldn’t be the only one wondering what kind of killer we’d brought into our midst. Suddenly, the nickname I’d given her earlier wasn’t nearly as funny. Hadn’t really been funny then, but sometimes you just gotta poke fun.
Knight continued. “Anyway, the point is, his image isn’t in any criminal database. On Torpedo’s orders, I reached out to Bones. Data, Zora, and Suzie were all over it, just like Prez said they would be.”
“And?” Torpedo crossed his arms over his chest, his feet apart. He looked every inch the grizzled biker president. Torpedo had earned his respect with me and everyone else when he’d first come here. He was hard but fair, and had a vicious streak when it came to protecting those he considered family. But he wasn’t my president. For me, Knuckles would always be the leader of Kiss of Death MC.
“And, they got a hit. I didn’t ask where or how, but the guy you see on the screen there doesn’t exist on paper. Anywhere.”
“Shit.” Gunnar scrubbed a hand over his face then the back of his neck. “Ain’t likin’ this.”
Knight looked from Knuckles to Torpedo. “Data suggested we talk to Rocket at Grim Road MC.”
“Black ops.” Bohannon muttered. “Rocket might be able to help. Every one of those fuckers was black ops.”
Bohannon and Torpedo stared at each other for a long time. The rest of us shifted nervously. I thought they’d make the call themselves, but, surprisingly, they both turned to Knuckles.
“What do you think, brother?” Torpedo’s gaze was steady on Knuckles.