Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“My guess,” Mason adds again, “he didn’t mention the club. We’ve had nothin’. Not a thing come back at us. If your father thought we had you, he’d have come in by now.”
“Maybe,” Koda mutters. “Maybe not. He would have known Treyton was dealin’ with the club. Man that smart, he might be watchin’, waitin’ ...”
“He put a hit on her,” Boston says, “which means he didn’t know where she was, or he wouldn’t have bothered. My guess is Treyton wasn’t runnin’ a clean ship. I am thinkin’ the drugs he was usin’ Scarlett to move weren’t part of the operation he was runnin’ for Shanks. I’m thinkin’ Treyton had a dodgy side and was runnin’ two shows, hence why he panicked when the club got involved. My guess? He probably told him he picked up a girl, put two and two together, and we ended him before he said much about the club. Which is lucky for us. Fuckin’ lucky.”
“Think Boston is right, the only upper hand we have right now is that he doesn’t seem to know we have you. He knows you’re alive. He knows you were askin’ questions on the street. But we kept it all pretty quiet. The only person who knew of our involvement was Treyton.”
“And Treyton is cocky,” Scarlett adds. “Boston is right, he wouldn’t have been following orders. Treyton works for Treyton. He was also smart. He would have tried to handle it on his own, I can guarantee it. He was basically running the show, while her father was clearly still coming back into it. He was top dog. And he would have loved that. He hated taking orders, which means it’s highly likely he thought he could sort the issue and end it himself, as Boston mentioned. I would be that’s why he didn’t say anything to her father.”
Malakai nods. “You’re right about that, darlin’, which means for now, we have the upper hand. Won’t last long, though.”
“No,” Koda says, his voice gruff. “He just needs to start askin’ questions, and eventually, our name will get dropped. Treyton had help when he was movin’ drugs on Scarlett’s bus, those people would know our involvement, won’t take long for it to come out.”
“No, it won’t,” Malakai agrees. “Which is why we need to act now.”
“What are you going to do?” I ask them. “Because he’s dangerous, I’ve tried to take it down before, it didn’t work.”
Koda looks to me, his eyes hard. “That’s because you left him alive. We don’t plan on doin’ that.”
I swallow, but I nod.
I want him dead.
I want him gone.
Probably more than anyone.
Definitely more than anyone.
If that makes me equally as big a monster as him, then so be it.
I want him ended.
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NOW – KODA
“Goin’ to take more than I thought to bring him down,” Malakai says, bringing a cigarette to his lips and inhaling deeply.
Laughter can be heard coming from the cabin, laughter from the girls who have taken their party inside after Charlie told us her story. Well, part of her story. She’s leaving things out which Malakai seems to think is perfectly fucking fine. I don’t agree; I think we need to know everything to be able to do this properly, but I’ll bring it up with him later.
“Too right,” Maverick agrees. “Think we gotta come in from a different angle with this one. Charlie was smart, doin’ what she did. For a girl on her own, it was her only choice, and she made the right one.”
“Yeah,” Mason agrees, “but goin’ to the cops is out for us, so is takin’ somethin’ that size on ourselves. We’ll never be able to bring down somethin’ so huge. Not without gettin’ killed.”
“So, what are our options?” Boston mutters, puffing on another cigarette.
“I think we get someone else to do the dirty work for us,” I say, staring at Malakai.
He narrows his eyes. “I’m interested. Go on.”
“People like that got a lot of fuckin’ enemies. Cartel. Mafia. You name it. There are plenty of people that want them gone. All we have to do is set it up, be fuckin’ smart about it, and let them take each other out.”
“How the fuck do we get someone with that high power to get involved?” Maverick grunts. “Never goin’ to work.”
I glare at him. “When you know people, and you’re smart, you just set shit up, make it look like the other end is startin’ a war. We know enough about Benjamin and the show he’s runnin’, and so does Charlie—she also knows names, and people. We dig deep, set it up so it looks like he’s messin’ with their shit, we get information, we basically lead them right to him.”
“Hmmm, can be done, but we don’t have the time it takes to get that kind of information. Won’t be long until he’s on our tail. We need to act fast,” Malakai says, rubbing a hand down his face.