Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“It was scary,” she admitted.
Thank fucking God she’d broken into those particular thoughts.
Dead body in the back of the trunk be damned. When Silver was around, every single brain cell that used critical thinking flew out of my skull.
My lips twitched as I moved the truck into place and then got out again.
It took me two minutes to get the car onto the flatbed, and another two to secure it into place.
When I got back into the cab, Silver was watching me.
“You do that a lot?” she wondered.
Something inside of me flexed.
She liked that I knew what I was doing. Maybe she’d like when I bent her over…
“Not as much as I used to,” I admitted, forcing myself to think about other things besides what she would feel like. “Cool thing about having employees, the boss doesn’t have to work nearly as hard.”
She snorted. “I wish I was the boss. I have a real shitty one right now.”
Silver, from what I’d learned from Aella, worked in the IT department at the hospital.
She’d also been getting lessons from Apollo and helping him where she could.
The only reason I didn’t get pissed as hell—even unjustly so since I would never go there with her—was that I could see Apollo coming out of his den of depression.
Apollo’s son, Tavi, had died in a car accident last year along with Audric’s wife, Laney. Both guys were members of our motorcycle club.
Laney had been watching Tavi for Apollo while he worked during the day, and she’d been on her way back from a fun day with him when a senator’s son had been driving his car at over a hundred and twenty miles an hour. The kid had lost control of his vehicle—understandably so—and had been going so fast that not even the concrete barriers on 635 could contain him.
He’d vaulted over said barriers and had slammed into multiple cars before landing on Laney’s.
Both had died soon after the accident, and the club hadn’t been the same since.
Needless to say, I couldn’t complain about my good friend coming back to himself after almost a year of grieving the loss of his son.
The pain would never be gone, but it was good to see my friend interacting with our family again.
Then again, Apollo had an agenda now.
He was running for the Texas state representative position that had been vacated by the woman an acquaintance had killed for abusing his son, Tavi.
That woman would not exist on this planet when her disgusting tendencies polluted the very air she breathed.
“Hey, you okay?”
I looked over at her and answered, “Thinking about Apollo.”
I don’t know why I told the truth.
She was going to latch onto this and run with it.
But I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to know Apollo’s pulse, since she was one of the only people he let in.
Not even Apollo’s business partner and my best friend, Copper Clayborne, also known as “Bird,” was in as deep with Apollo as Silver was.
“He talked about Tavi a lot this week,” she said. “He taught me how to hack into the hospital software. Taught me how to look wherever I wanted and keep myself hidden. Taught me how to create a back door so I can get in easier next time if I want to go digging. He also taught me how to remove people from the internet.”
I frowned. “How does one remove someone from the internet?”
She then went on a fifteen-minute explanation of how to completely remove someone’s carbon footprint. How to take their entire lives and erase it like they were never there in the first place.
I could definitely see how that would be helpful.
Take the dude in the back of the car for instance.
I’d killed him because he was a threat to the club and he’d been hell-bent on exposing club secrets after he’d gotten denied a prospect position after prospecting for a few months.
When he didn’t get what he wanted, he’d started in on threats. He’d then started talking, spreading rumors, and alerting people to our activities. It’d spiraled into him filing false police reports and turning our club members into CPS.
And here’s the thing about CPS. They investigate everything that’s reported to them, and they’d been causing my club members and their wives and children a lot of stress.
The last straw was last week when CPS had shown up at Copper’s place and threatened to take his son, Holt, away from him because it’d been reported that he was violating his parole.
That’d been the final straw, and I’d waited until the ex-prospect, Otto Moran, was set to go visit family in Sedona before I followed him out of town.
I’d already disposed of his car and had full intentions to carry this motherfucker to The Boneyard, when my car had broken down.
Which was where I was headed now.