Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
"Maybe it seemed like fate when he realized it was you," I suggested, watching as her head angled up to look at me, recognition hitting.
"Maybe," she agreed, producing the kid's wallet. "Kevin Olsen," she read off of his license. "Twenty. There's nothing else in here, really. A Visa gift card. A couple bucks. This is a nice gun, though," she said, grabbing it out of his hand, and tucking it into her waistband as she stood.
"He had a Bodyguard on him too," I said, waving toward my holster where it was tucked.
"What would some twenty-something kid want with us?" she asked.
"I don't know, but we can't leave his body here on the side of the road," I said, looking up and down the street.
"Right," Danny agreed, taking a deep breath, then squatting down to grab the body under the armpits, then yanking him back into the tree line with more than a little grunting and cursing. "He's heavier than he looks," she explained, coming back. "Alright," she said, exhaling hard. "What now?"
I wasn't sure if she was asking me, or thinking aloud, or both.
"We should call in our clubs."
"Should," she repeated, rolling the word over in her mouth.
"What?"
"It would be a pissing contest over who gets to hide the body and shit," she said, shaking her head.
"Well, the body needs to be dealt with," I insisted, even though I knew she was right. There would be a lot of bitching and chest puffing if our people rolled up on this scene.
"What if—" I started, then felt my stomach clench as headlights started coming down the road.
"Don't tense up. You had an accident. That's all. The body is pretty well hidden from the road. If they offer to help, say the cops are already on the way," Danny said, having her wits about her more than I did at the moment.
But the SUV didn't just slow down.
It parked.
The door opened.
And the driver got out.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," I sighed, watching A move in front of his headlights, casting him mostly in shadow. Just what we needed. The town's new cartel kingpin involved in our already messy situation.
"'Sup, lil' mama, big man," he said, surveying the scene. "Looks like you had a bit of a mishap, yeah?" he asked.
"Everything's fine, Andres," Danny said, tone light.
"Fine, huh?" he asked, bending downward, then moving back up, holding a bullet up to the light. "Doesn't seem fine to me. Seems more like there should be a body here," he went on, moving forward toward the woods.
"Andres..." Danny said.
"Naw naw, check your... friend over for wounds," A said, searching the tree line. "I'll just be, oh there you are. Young fucker," he called, nodding toward us. "Seen him around."
"Where?" I asked.
"Does he work for someone?" Danny asked at the same time as A moved back toward us.
"Seen 'em in your neck of the woods," A said, nodding toward Danny. "Doesn't seem to run with any crew. Saw 'em shoplifting some vodka once. Cheap shit, too. If you're gonna steal something, why not go for the good shit?" he asked, shaking his head. "Well, it's lucky I was on the way back. Don't see any backup showing up for you two."
"We were just discussing that."
"I can handle it for you," A offered.
"No." That came from the two of us at the same time.
"I'm hurt," A said, pressing a hand to his heart.
"No offense, but I don't know you well enough to owe you, Andres," Danny said.
"And last time I saw you, you were fresh off of kidnapping one of the club princesses."
"Hey, she's no worse for the wear," A said. "If anything, I believe I'm owed a thank you for getting her and that cage fighter together."
"Yeah, sure," I said, snorting.
"What? You think I'd put it on ice to use against you in the future?" A asked.
"Well, now I do," Danny said, rolling her eyes, getting a low chuckle from A.
"Why don't you come with then?" A suggested. "I'll drop you in a location. You handle it from there."
"Why would you help us?"
"Hey, everyone has allies in this town, why can't I work on some good relations with the locals?" A said, shrugging.
Danny's gaze slid to mine, and I swear we had a whole conversation with one look.
If we wanted this done, and done without too much fuss from the clubs, we had to do it ourselves.
"I'll ride with him," I offered. "You want to follow behind on your bike?" I asked.
To that, she took a deep breath. "Had other plans than hiding a body with the enemy tonight, but we gotta do what we gotta do," she said, waving a hand, then moving toward her bike.
"Enemies, huh?" A asked, shooting me a smirk with knowing eyes before turning back toward his SUV, and climbing inside.
I limped behind, watching Danny slip her helmet on, then turn over her bike, all the while thinking about her riding me on that bike.