Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“I do. A shipment is arriving at the airport. We need to intercept it.”
“That’s interesting. What time is it coming in?”
“Scheduled for two a.m.,” Lucien said with a smirk.
“You’re expecting it will get there a few hours early?” Scythe guessed.
“I also know it will be something other than the parts listed on the manifest,” Lucien said.
“Do we need firepower?”
“Yes, but we should surprise them. With luck, we’ll be in and out. No need for the flamethrower we currently have stored in the warehouse,” Lucien assured him.
“Damn. I really wanted to try that thing out.”
The corner of Lucien’s mouth turned up slightly. Scythe took advantage of the MC leader’s amusement.
“I’ve got a problem I may need the help of the Devil Daddies with as well. It involves my Little girl.” Scythe paused, monitoring Lucien’s expression.
“Go on.”
“Pirate discovered that the principal of Winnie’s school is a fraud.”
Lucien nodded. “The superintendent’s daughter who changed her name and doesn’t have a college degree?”
Scythe should have known that Lucien would be up on any investigation Pirate had undertaken. “Yes. That’s the problem. She’s targeting Winnie to fire her.”
“That can’t happen.” Lucien’s tone was definite. “She’s one of ours now. Appearing together at the superintendent’s home is a great show of force, but that won’t help Winnie.”
“That’s what I think too. I’m planning to take care of it alone after the ride. I may need some help sharing this information with the press if they don’t do the right thing.”
“I’ll be glad to make a phone call if that’s needed,” Lucien agreed. “You go organize the storage of random parts.”
“On it. And thanks,” Scythe said.
“We protect our own. Keep me updated.”
Scythe headed immediately for the warehouse. If the heat got turned on for whatever was coming in on that plane, he needed to assess if the Devil Daddies’ warehouse was the safest place for it. As he walked through the depth of the supplies, he quickly decided they didn’t need anyone with a search warrant entering the property.
By the time he’d decided where to stash the incoming material, it was time to head out to meet Winnie’s family for dinner. Scythe paused outside Inferno to send out a cryptic text to those joining the ride.
Midnight departure from the warehouse. Destination mini-wings. Boy scouts only.
The MC would go to the small regional airport prepared for everything. He entered Inferno, noting his MC brothers checking their phones as the message arrived. Nods of understanding came his direction as he headed for the door to leave.
Once on his bike, Scythe sent a message to Winnie that he was on his way.
He pulled into the pizza shop’s parking lot and nodded at a group walking in together. They quickly jumped on the sidewalk, obviously suspicious that he would drive over them. A negative view of bikers didn’t surprise him. He hoped these weren’t….
“Hi, Scythe!” Winnie darted to the rear of her car, waving furiously.
Almost simultaneously, the jaws of the group on the pavement dropped open. She hadn’t told them. Scythe grinned behind his tinted face guard on his helmet. This was going to be fun.
He stopped his bike next to Winnie and flipped up the visor on his helmet. Winnie rushed forward to hug him.
“I’m glad to see you,” she said. Her words and glassy eyes told him a lot. She’d had a tough afternoon grieving her mother.
He held her close for a few seconds before saying, “I’m here now, Chipmunk. Let me park my bike, and we’ll go in together.”
“I’d like that.”
Winnie stepped back as he positioned the bike in an empty spot close to her sedan. She scurried to his side as he took off his helmet. He wrapped an arm around her as he unbuckled it with one hand.
“You okay, Winnie? Did you have lunch?”
“It’s been a whirlwind at the house. Belinda hadn’t stocked the fridge for company.”
“That’s a no then. Come on. You need food,” he said, guiding her safely across the parking lot to the entrance where her relatives waited.
Scythe held the door. As her family members walked in, Winnie introduced them to Scythe. When he followed the group in, the hostess hurried to seat them. He could hear the whispers from a few of the relatives who guessed that the staff feared him.
At the table, everyone jockeyed for seats. It appeared no one dared to sit next to him. An older woman charged forward and claimed that seat. Not sure how to react, Scythe held the chair for Winnie and then sat next to her. He pulled her chair close so she could lean against him. Scythe didn’t like the trembles coming from her.
“Scythe! Always good to see the Devils here,” the owner, Salvador, greeted him.
“Salvador, thank you for having space for us tonight,” Scythe said. “I’ve got someone special here who missed lunch. Could you bring something for her while the pizzas cook?”