Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“She was almost home, Callow,” I said, sniffling hard.
“I know,” he said, but his voice had gotten tight.
With one hand, he was frantically texting something out to his biker brothers as he led me back to the car.
We drove back toward my apartment building. But Callow said nothing to me as he moved out of the car to go talk to several of the bikers who were waiting.
I didn’t even try to roll down the window to hear what they were saying. But the second I saw one of the bikers hold out something to Callow, I knew my worst fears were confirmed.
Because that was Daphne’s phone.
Someone had found her phone.
She was gone.
Taken.
I might never see her again.
But then, suddenly, someone was putting a phone to their ear. And everyone was scattering. Including Callow, who was running toward me.
“What is it?” I asked as soon as he had the driver’s door opened.
“Someone has a lead on the fucks who broke into your place,” he said, jumping in and throwing the car into reverse and pulling out behind his biker brothers.
“Where are we going?”
“The clubhouse,” he told me, reaching over to quickly give my thigh a squeeze. “This is good, babe,” he assured me.
“Who has new information?” I asked, watching his profile when he ran a yellow as it turned red to a chorus of horns.
I hated reckless driving. I always thought of how Daphne was going to be behind a wheel alone soon with those lunatics and without the years of experience that would make her reaction time faster.
But just this once, I really appreciated Callow’s haste. Knowing it was because he was just as worried about Daphne as I was.
“Ha,” he said, jaw clicking. “You know Fallon?”
“Yeah.”
“His wife used to run a rival club in town before the two of them hooked up.”
“Okay.”
“But when shit went down, her old man ousted her from the club she was in control of. And put someone else in charge. Her brother. Rider,” he said as we flew into the Henchmen parking lot.
Callow barely remembered to turn off the engine before rushing out.
I was right at his heels.
“Rider is here,” he said, rushing through the door someone was holding open for us.
I only recognized two faces in the club right then aside from Callow.
Fallon, the president.
And Brooks, the next guy in charge.
Beside Fallon was a gorgeous blonde with her blue eyes pinning someone standing several feet away.
I followed her gaze, finding an attractive man standing there who looked similar enough to the woman, Danny, that I figured they were related only by one parent. Their father, I guessed, given the biker club thing.
They had the same blue eyes, but where Danny’s hair was lighter blonde, the man, Rider, had hair that flirted that line between blonde and brown.
He was dressed casually in jeans and a leather jacket that had a big vulture on the back. On his chest was the same little patch that Callow and his brothers wore. A one-percenter badge.
“What’s going on?” Callow asked, making everyone’s gaze slide to him. “You know these fucks?” he asked, pinning Rider with an intense gaze.
“I do. Somewhat,” Rider said, reaching into his jacket to produce a small, worn paperback book, opening it, and producing a folded piece of paper that he passed toward Callow.
Callow took it, unfolded it, and revealed what seemed to be a screenshot from a security camera. It was a little grainy and a bad angle, but there was no mistaking the resemblance to the guy with the bad symmetry and strong nose as well as the one with the dragon tattoo on his neck.
A growling sound moved through Callow, and it was my turn to reach out, placing a hand on his before he crinkled the paper to oblivion.
His hands relaxed as he passed the paper over to Fallon.
“Who is it?” Danny asked, looking at her half-brother.
“Two fucking idiots,” Rider said. “They came to the club a few weeks ago wanting to prospect.”
“And?” Fallon asked, passing the paper to Brooks.
“And they were, as I said, fucking idiots. But more than that, I had one of my men run their names. The one with the jacked up dragon tattoo? He had three separate sexual assault charges. None of ‘em made it to trial. But I don’t want that shit in my club. Sent the two of them away.”
“Why would they be coming for my club?” Fallon asked.
“Fuck if I know. Best guess? They think they might get in my good graces by taking you fucks out,” Rider said, but there was a small smile tugging at his lips as he said ‘you fucks.’
“Do you have more information on them? Address? Anything?”
Rider, jerked his head toward someone else I’d missed before.
He was a big guy with dark hair and a matching, full, kind of scruffy beard and almost off-putting light blue eyes.