Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“No fuckin’ shit. Lotta twisted people out there. Subhuman. Not only the filmmakers but the sickos who get off on watchin’ that shit. They’re just as bad as the sick fucks who get off on little kids.”
Easy no longer blinked when Shade fucked up his words. It had gotten to the point that he didn’t even bother to correct Shade if the man didn’t catch it himself. He didn’t want to draw attention to the issue. Shade tended to slow his speech down when he was with the rest of their brothers, but around Easy, he didn’t work as hard to not make mistakes.
Easy appreciated the trust of the man who could efficiently take out another human without even blinking an eye or making a sound.
Kind of like the Shadows Trip hired to help eradicate the Shirleys. Bringing in those former Special Ops dudes had not only been the right decision—even if their fee had cleaned out the club’s coffers—but Hunter had stepped in to help Shade find his sperm donor. Someone he’d been looking for and failed to locate on his own because he hadn’t known the man’s name. He only knew the name “Ed,” the name his mother had used, but with Shade being so young and going through so much trauma, he hadn’t been sure if that was even right.
Thanks to the Shadows, he now knew it. Somehow they took Shade’s DNA and ran it through some sort of database, maybe even one of those ancestry sites, to figure out who his father was. Once it hit a database, DNA was hard to hide. Not only did Shade find out his father’s full name was Edmund Oliveira, but that he was a mix of Portuguese and Turkish descent on his father’s side.
“How much longer we got?”
The van slowed and Shade pulled over to a curb, immediately shutting off the lights. “We’re here.”
Easy looked out the passenger side window at the house they were parked in front of.
“He lives here?” It looked like a typical middle class neighborhood.
“No.” Shade wasn’t looking at the same house as Easy. “He don’t live here.”
Easy frowned. “You lost me.”
“His current side piece lives two houses down the block.”
Easy glanced at the property Shade was staring at. A typical split level that was nothing special. But he noticed two windows in one corner on the second floor lit up. The rest of the house was dark.
He glanced at the clock on the dash. Almost ten o’clock. That wasn’t late for a Saturday night.
“You gonna use his side piece as bait to draw him to us?” Easy asked.
“Nope. Don’t want anyone else involved. Gonna wait ’til he leaves and we’ll grab him from there.”
“You wanna snatch him in the middle of a neighborhood where most likely nosy fuckin’ people live?” Easy grew up in a neighborhood almost exactly like this one and everyone loved to stick their noses where it didn’t belong. Kind of like with the Fury.
Easy wasn’t liking this. It was a good way to get caught.
“Nope. Ain’t snatchin’ him here.”
“Then what the fuck we doin’ here?”
“See that cage parked in the driveway?”
Easy squinted as he tried to get a good look at what might be a BMW sedan parked in front of the garage. “Yeah. You think that’s his?”
“Yeah, that’s his. Same make and model Hunter said he drove.”
“You wanna flatten his tires so he can’t leave?”
“Nope.”
“Then, wanna clue me in with what the fuck you’re thinkin’?” Easy insisted.
“Know he lies to his wife and says he got bowlin’ leaf… fuck... league on Saturday nights. Well, that ain’t the lie. The lie’s that he says that’s where he is when he’s actually in this woman’s bed instead. Turns out he does belong to a team but doesn’t show up since he’s a spare player. The league’s just an excuse to get outta the house.”
“If his kids are now grown, why the fuck don’t he just leave his wife?”
“Why does any man stay?”
“Scratch?”
“That would be my guess. That’s what fueled what he did to me and my mother.”
Money caused a lot of evil in the fucking world. Shade’s father was proof.
“Guessin’ he’s got a good damn job and no prenup.”
“Bingo,” Shade whispered as he stared out the windshield.
“Also guessin’ him and the wifey live in a much larger house in a much more upscale neighborhood.”
“It’s pretty fuckin’ impressive,” Shade murmured.
“Also guessin’ he picks lonely women who are probably strugglin’ financially. Women easy to manipulate. He’s got a type and a pattern. Just like Reilly’s ex, Billy. That was his M.O.”
“My guess is you ain’t wrong,” Shade said in a flat tone.
“Bet you also got other half-siblin’s besides the ones he had with his wife.”
“Doubt you’d lose that bet.”
An ugly thought popped into Easy’s head. “You think he did the same shit to those other women and kids as he did to you and your mom once he was done with them?”