Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 87908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Those fucks involved in this shit? Why am I not surprised?” I answered my phone just as a call came in for Law on his phone. “Kat you got them, you home? Good stay there until I get back, do not let my kids out of your sight. My dad and yours and some of the guys are gonna be over soon.”
“They’re here already; Colton what is going on?” Her voice started to tremble making my gut hurt. “Nothing for you to worry about angel, I’ll fill you in when I get back.”
Like fuck, she’d lose her fucking mind if she ever found out that her kid was in that shit. After the shit she’d suffered herself years ago, there was no way I was gonna do that to her, she’d be haunted the rest of her life.
I hung up in time to see two new players enter the room. One of them I knew because we’d done charity runs together in the past, but the other though he looked familiar wasn’t known to me.
“Blade you got a dog in this fight too?” He reached out a hand to shake but his ass wasn’t smiling. I knew he had a kid of his own with his first wife and a few with the second, plus he was always doing rescue missions and shit like that, so this would be right up his alley.
Though my guys and I were into charity drives and Good Samaritan shit, it had been some time since we’d dealt with anything this serious, so it had been some time since we’d ridden together. But we still reached out once in a while. “Law said your kid was involved, of course I’m here.”
The introductions were made around the room while each man sized the other up. Fucking high school pissing contest, I give a fuck. The soldier boy fucks seemed relaxed enough until you looked close enough and realized they were strung tight and ready to spring at the slightest provocation.
I had to give it to them; it must take a fuckload of training to pull that shit off. You wouldn’t tell by looking at them that they were a crew of murdering bastards, but I know the signs only too well.
“Everyone this is Jake Summers, he heads a special division on the force a few towns over, one of the best.” Law made the introductions and I remembered where I’d seen his name and face before. It was in the papers a while ago when he’d busted up some ring, but that was about drugs though I think.
Place was starting to crawl with law and order types. As long as no one gets in my way when the time comes they could deploy the fucking National Guard for all I give a fuck.
We had another round of catching everyone up, as I sat there biding my time. It’s fucked, but I wasn’t interested in anything but the whereabouts of the fuckers who were responsible for this fuckery. Call me selfish, then again if I off these motherfuckers, game over, end of story.
They were throwing around ideas and I got to see up close and personal how the military did shit. I can’t say it was all that different to how I ran my guys, except for the by the book fuckery. If people would stop catering to the assholes of the world it would leave more fucking breathing space for decent human beings. That ought to take care of climate change, the fuck.
Creed
Everyone was here, and I think it was safe to say the room was full of barely leashed anger. I was outwardly calm, not giving shit away as Jake did his thing on the phone with his office.
I wasn’t worried about Jake reining shit in when shit popped off. He’s law enforcement yeah, but he’s not fuck stupid. We rode together before, so let’s just say I know how he rolls.
It was like running an Op; each man had his thing to do to bring it all together. Colt and I were tasked with trying to identify the girls in the pictures and passing the names off to Jake who was feeding them to someone in his office who was inputting them into a database of some kind.
The shit was tedious at best, but we needed it done. Blade, because of his work with kids who’d been abused had a few strings he could pull and was busy making calls, and me I was just waiting for dark so I could head up into the hills.
“Creed, you really planning to sit around here with your thumb up your ass while these fucks molt in the hills?” Lyon didn’t even pick his head up or miss a step when he asked me that question under his breath so the rest of the room couldn’t hear. “Nope.”