Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“And I think about taking you home, stripping you naked, and showing you every little thing I could do to you. To put it short, Ava, I want to fuck you. That is why I keep coming to the coffee shop.”
Pat’s words from the previous night came to her as she stood in the pattern section. She was a little taken aback, and for a moment she just stood. Had she really heard that? Did he want to fuck her? Did she want him to fuck her? Crap, she felt hot around the collar, and it had been a rather cold morning, but thinking about Pat was making her think all kinds of dirty things. Hot, dirty, sexy, sweaty things.
What the hell was wrong with her? She was never like this over a guy. Pat wasn’t just any guy though. When she was with him, he made her heart race, and she always felt that pulse between them, that connection. It drove her insane.
But she had to put him to the back of her mind. She had orders to fill, and not memories from the previous night.
Chapter Five
Pat was losing patience and he was losing it fast.
“Fast the fuck forward,” he said.
They were at the bar, Thomas was going through the surveillance footage from the previous night. Dylan, the sheriff, was also there.
This was one of the reasons he insisted the club have their own hookup to the town’s main security frame.
Bull, Dylan, and the club had agreed to this level of security after Bull’s father died, and he took over the Chaos and Carnage MC. They wanted to be able to keep an eye on the town, and see if anyone was attempting to come charging through to claim their turf.
The bar didn’t have a lot of security. Just a few cameras pointed into the parking lot. It was dark last night, and it had also been cold, so not a lot of people saw who did shit to his bike.
He watched as the car pulled up. The footage was too damn blurry to get a clear license plate. They saw a guy step out of the car, carrying a large gun, the kind that had to be held with two hands, and could fire multiple rounds, which he did.
“Zoom in,” Pat said.
“For fuck’s sake, Pat,” Thomas said. “This is not some elaborate television show with state-of-the-art security. We have the basics.”
“But you have zoom,” Pat said.
He leaned over the man, and showed him exactly how to zoom in.
“Oh, okay, sorry. I’m sorry I’m not perfect in knowing exactly what you want, and to get it to you right away.”
He ignored him. He and Thomas were usually all right with each other. There was no bad blood, but last night his bike had been targeted, and he wanted to know who did it.
The cartel was involved. That was clear. He didn’t know who they had gotten to do their dirty work for them, and that pissed him off, big time.
He looked over the man, and there was no clear indication, but there was ink on his neck.
“Are you going to print that picture off for me, or do I have to show you what to do?” Pat asked.
“Asshole,” Thomas said.
The sound of the printer could be heard in the distance.
“This is not good,” Dylan said.
“It’s a long shot that it is any real trouble,” Bull said.
Pat didn’t say what he knew everyone was thinking. Bullshit. They all knew this was the start of potential trouble. This might not have come directly from cartel hands, but they were behind it.
He looked at the markings on the man’s neck. It wasn’t a great picture, but it was something he could work with.
“I’m going to check out a couple of the tattoo parlors around here,” Pat said.
“Hold on just a minute,” Dylan said. “What happened to your bike last night is a crime. This is something I will take care of.”
Pat looked at Dylan. The man was a good sheriff, in a way. He was good for the Chaos and Carnage MC, as he knew when to look the other way. He usually knew when to come to them especially when it was far out of his ability. Right now, with his bike, Dylan was far out from what he could handle.
“Dylan, going after this guy could get you killed. He may have taken orders from someone who is part of a much bigger organization than anything you have ever faced before. This is club business, and to keep your life, along with this little town, you’ll have to leave it to me.”
“Pat’s right. Whoever fired that gun wasn’t acting right, and we have reason to believe it could lead back to the cartel,” Bull said.
Dylan visibly paled.
“You don’t want this,” Rusty, their enforcer, said.