Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“Home!” he barked before ending the call. I looked at the phone screen before sighing and tossing my phone back into the passenger seat. Christ, what had happened?
When I got to the clubhouse, everyone was waiting for me downstairs—even Blu, Grey, and Blakely. Amaliya was even sitting on the couch, waiting for the scene to unfold.
I bristled. “I’m not in the fucking mood for an ambush,” I warned them as I shut the clubhouse door behind me.
“Too fucking bad,” Shaw snarled. “Sit your ass down.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, shaking my head. “Nah, I’ll remain standing.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Spit it out, Shaw. I don’t have the patience for your fucking games.”
Konrad held up Ace’s phone. A picture of me and Abbie was on the screen. When he swiped left, a photo of Abbie in her uniform popped up. I clenched my jaw, glaring at Ace. He just evenly met my gaze, his eyes flat and cold.
“Explain,” Konrad growled, “now.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Abbie
My eyes were burning from lack of sleep. After Cameron had left and I’d showered, I’d crawled into bed, only to lay awake for hours, feeling conflicted over what I was doing with him. At first, this had seemed like the perfect way to wiggle myself into the club, to get some dirt on them. I was a career woman; I didn’t want to be stuck on patrol duty for years, just waiting for a promotion to come my way.
But Cameron, despite his mouth that had no filter, his filthy words, and him definitely being an outlaw, he seemed like a good guy. And while I knew looks could definitely be deceiving, something about him told me maybe I wasn’t seeing the whole picture. Dammit, though, the man refused to open up. Every time I inquired about his family, he so easily turned the conversation around, refusing to talk about them except to share what was already public knowledge.
It was frustrating and made me feel like he had something to hide.
Which was what left me conflicted. How could my instincts tell me he wasn’t as bad as I thought he was when he was being so purposely evasive?
“Saw Jax and that Rico guy getting coffee late last night,” one of the new cops who’d started a few weeks before I did said to his partner as they stepped into the break room. “I don’t know what more proof the station needs that the motorcycle club is bad news and needs to be taken down. Rico is trouble.”
“Talking about Rico will get you…” the other officer—Randy, Andy?—dropped his voice, “killed. The man is protected by people much bigger than law enforcement. If the club is affiliated with him—well, I’d just keep my head down and my mouth shut.”
They grabbed a donut each someone had brought in before leaving the break room, and I had to bite back a snort. I guess Cameron hadn’t been too far off the mark when he’d bought me a donut. Seemed to be a common thing around here.
I grabbed my coffee once it was finished brewing and added sugar and creamer before popping the lid onto my cup and heading out of the station to the patrol car, where my partner, Trent, was waiting for me. He nodded once at me as I slid into the car. “Breakfast?” he asked.
I nodded. “Breakfast sounds good,” I told him in agreement. I needed something to keep me somewhat awake today, and food sounded like a good way to go.
“Hey,” Trent glanced at me, “do you know someone named Rico?” I asked as I set my coffee in the cup holder.
Trent grimaced. “Saying his name is like invoking Satan or something into your life. Just… don’t. He’s untouchable as far as any of us are concerned, and you don’t want to get on his bad side.” He glanced at me again before hitting the indicator to turn onto another street. “I know you want to move up the ranks, but just stick to the club to do it, yeah? Getting greedy by trying to go after Rico will end… badly.”
I frowned and stared out the window next to me. He was the second person to say that in the span of ten minutes. What was so bad about this Rico guy? And if he was so bad and was somehow attached to the club, what would that mean for me if I helped take the club down?
I rubbed at my temple where a headache was forming and heaved a tired sigh. If Cameron would just open up to me, maybe I could make an informed decision about all this shit.
And maybe I wouldn’t be so confused all the time, too.
Trent frowned at me from across the table where we were getting lunch, concern washing over his features. “You’ve been out of it all day, Abbie. Are you okay?”