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)
Pat couldn’t recall seeing his mom around the club in a very long time. “If we’re going to question them, Gaz goes first.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Grant asked. “Are you serious? Have you ever thought it might be someone else?”
“Like who?” Bull asked.
“Like the fucker whose brother started all this shit in the first place!” They were all talking in hushed tones, but Grant was clearly getting tired of that.
“Ranford?” Bull asked. “No. He’s got issues with the cartel. We all know this.”
“Yeah, and has anyone noticed that guy seems to be able to come and go without anyone fucking knowing where he is?”
Pat looked toward Grant and frowned. “He has a point.”
“Since when are the two of you on the same page?” Rusty asked.
“Since right fucking now,” Grant said.
Pat looked toward Bull. “Ranford ... it makes sense. He was able to live right in Carnage without any of us knowing. That has to say something.”
Bull pursed his lips. “I don’t agree with it, and I think we should look close to home as well. The cartel uses people.”
“Exactly. None of us are looking toward where Ranford last was, and we’re looking at our own people. Sure, Boyd, Jake, and Gaz are fucking new, but that is the point. We turn on them, we might as well be turning on each other. We all have to prospect and prove ourselves. Fuck me, I have proven myself time and time again, and you still fucking question me.” Grant pointed at his chest.
“Rusty, you and I are going to grab Gaz, and we’ll start talking to the prospects.”
“Don’t you think you’re acting a little too fast? A little too hasty?” Grant asked.
“No. Dylan is down, and he was one of our lines of defense. Now, we have nothing but an injured man and a building that has burnt down. We no longer have time to play games. Do as I say, brother, do as I say.” Bull gave Grant a pointed look.
Pat looked from Bull to Grant then back again, waiting, and Grant sighed. “Fine.”
Bull and Rusty left, leaving him once again with Grant. “Isn’t this fun?”
“You’re being sarcastic,” Pat said.
Grant laughed. “Are you only just getting that? Where the fuck are we supposed to go to figure out Ranford’s last known location?”
Pat smiled. “I know a guy.”
“You know a guy?”
“Yeah, I do.” He turned on his heel, leaving Grant with no choice but to follow behind him.
“Are you going to tell me who this guy is?” Grant asked.
“Nope.”
They took the elevator and headed down toward the main floor.
“So, have you read any good books lately?” Grant asked.
“This is your attempt at small talk?”
“Aria tells me I need to get better at it. That I can’t use my sarcasm and wit the whole time.” He shrugged. “I can try, though, right?”
Pat was used to Grant’s overall bad attitude. Ever since he had gotten with Aria, it wasn’t quite as bad. Although, Bull and Grant’s relationship seemed to be the same, but with a little more brotherly love.
“I’ve not read any good books.”
“What about television shows?”
“How about if I see Aria, I tell her you’re making a lot of progress?”
Grant shrugged. “If you want to, but you also have to tell Lidia to keep her shit together, and you can’t tell her I’m trying.”
Lidia and Aria were the best of friends.
“I’ve not seen Lidia since Halloween night,” Pat said, with a frown. “Now that is strange. Usually, she is riding my ass to find her a date. Have you seen her?”
Grant paused. “You know what ... no, I don’t think I have. I mean, I think she stopped by the club to see Rusty, but no.”
Pat pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number. No answer.
“We’re making a stop at Lidia’s place before we go to your mystery guy,” Grant said.
Gone was the sarcasm and playful attitude. Pat finally got to see the grown-up side of Grant. The side that was worried for his woman’s best friend. If anything happened to Lidia, Aria would break down.
He knew the two had troubles from time to time. Usually because Aria believed the lies, rather than going to Lidia to talk to her. Pat didn’t know all the details, just that the two women were able to make peace, and were always the best of friends.
He made his way toward his new bike, which he was still breaking in, and as he climbed onto the machine, he missed his old one. Until he could rely on this one, he had to take it easy.
Grant was out of the hospital parking lot, and Pat joined him, taking off toward where Lidia lived. She resided in a small, nice neighborhood in a small house, which is why her last boyfriend attempted to move in. Pat wasn’t exactly sure what she did for a living, but from what he knew, she worked from home.