Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
The moment I pushed open the door, Travis, who was on the front of the table leaning against it with his feet crossed, stood up.
“Fucking finally.”
“Sorry,” I muttered. “This is Kennedy. Kennedy, that’s Travis. I’ll introduce the rest to you once we’re through with the meeting.”
I’d do it now, but Travis looked fucking pissed that I was late.
Eyes wide, Kennedy nodded. “Okay.”
It was how she moved closer to me that erased the scowl off of Travis’ face.
The moment he saw that Kennedy was intimidated, he sighed and stood from his lean, offering his hand to her.
“Nice to meet you, Kennedy,” he said, eyes intense on her. “Have a seat. This won’t take long.”
I walked to the closest two open seats, which happened to be at the end of the table, and took a seat.
Kennedy sat in the rolling chair and scooted up as close to the table as her chair allowed, and then placed her hands gently in her lap, waiting.
I grinned, and then took the seat beside her, not scooting up like she did, but scooting back so I could plant my feet on the table.
“Like hell it won’t take long,” Baylor grumbled, extending his feet into the chair beside him. “We need to figure this shit out before it gets too far out of hand.”
Baylor was a Hail—an actual Hail, and not just a man that worked for Hail Auto Recovery.
“Agreed.” Reed stood up and started pacing.
Reed was also a Hail. He was military—home for a few days from what I’d heard—and he had a bad attitude that nobody wanted to get near. Although others may know why, I didn’t.
I studiously avoided everything that had to do with him seeing as I wasn’t the touchy feely type and didn’t want to find out why the fuck he was acting like a complete asshole.
Because asking people why they’re sad, or angry, or anything really, invited more talking on their part. That was something I wasn’t willing to deal with at this point.
“We can talk about Dante some other time, boys,” Travis snapped. “He’ll hold.”
I wasn’t sure that was true.
It had taken Travis a few weeks to explain exactly what was going on with Dante, but once he had, I’d immediately understood why he wasn’t there anymore.
His wife and children had been killed in a car wreck—a car that Dante’s sister had been driving.
And within weeks of that happening, Dante’s sister, Amy, had killed herself because of her distress.
So yeah, I didn’t need any further information on that front.
I could see why Dante would want to check out, and as long as he wasn’t hurting the business, then I didn’t see a goddamn reason in the world why everyone couldn’t leave him the fuck alone.
His brothers, obviously, had different ideas.
I leaned back and sighed, wondering why exactly I had to be here for a meeting like this.
There were a hundred different things I could be doing right now.
Cleaning up my yard. Picking up a skip. Fucking Kennedy.
None of those things could be accomplished here.
“Fine,” Reed grumbled. “But don’t think that I won’t beat the shit out of you if you keep avoiding me.”
My lips twitched.
Reed was big, like Travis, but he was also about fifty pounds heavier and tolerated less bullshit.
It’d be an interesting fight, that was for sure.
“I have a new high-bond recovery, and I want to go over it before I assign it.”
I was only halfway listening, my eyes studying the long strands of hair that were curling around Kennedy’s neck, when I heard the name and froze.
“Balthazar Montes.” Travis’ eyes flicked up to meet mine the moment he said the name and watched closely as my fists clenched.
He knew who he was to me. He knew that that man was no bigger than a piece of shit and someone that I would love to run over with my truck if I ever had the chance—even if I had to drive through the gates of Hell to get to him.
“I’m sure some of you are aware of who he is…” Travis continued.
Everyone in the entire room was aware of who Balthazar was and what he’d done to me. What he’d taken away from me.
Luckily, nobody said a word as Travis explained why Balthazar was getting his car repossessed. My hope was that it was due to him being a complete moron.
My luck was never that good, though.
“Two people will take this skip,” Travis continued. “If you need help, or see it in town, don’t approach unless you have enough manpower. This asshole is dangerous and carries a shit ton of muscle with him everywhere he goes.”
I knew that. That’d been the reason I hadn’t approached.
It’d been the reason that little piece of trash wasn’t lying dead in an alley somewhere far, far away from here.
“Understood?” Travis confirmed.
There were a few grumbled yesses from the men and a “Yes, fucking Sir,” from Reed, even though Reed didn’t normally take skips. See, Reed was actually a doctor—an OB/Gyn, in fact. It was rare that he was in town, and even rarer that he would take a skip. I had a feeling that the only reason Reed was here was due to whatever was going down with Dante.