Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“That would be good, but yeah. Try and go easy on her.”
“This isn’t my first rodeo, brother.”
“I’m well aware, but this isn’t the kind of thing you usually deal with. This isn’t some asshole who tried to fuck with the club. You can’t torture her or threaten her like you do them. You push this girl too hard and she’s liable to freak out, and we’ll never get anything out of her.” Before I had a chance to respond, he continued, “I know this is your job and all, but considering everything that’s happened to her, I’d start with the basic stuff like who her friends are and work. And who knows? Maybe it’ll trigger something.”
“I got this, brother. Don’t worry.”
He gave me a nod, then turned his focus back to his computer. Giving him some room to work, I left his room and started down the hall. I thought about what he’d said about handling Remington, and even though I wasn’t eager to admit it, I knew he was right. I was a man who tortured and used mind manipulation to get the information I needed, but that wouldn’t work in this situation. She’d already been beaten to hell, and the last thing I wanted to do was cause her even more trauma. I needed to do my best to keep a level head, remember what she’d been through, and at the same time, get her to tell me what I needed to know. Sadly, I had no idea how the fuck I was supposed to do that. There was so much about dealing with her that had already been difficult, and something told me that this would be the hardest thing yet.
I was about to reach the infirmary when Rafe called out to me, “Yo, Shotgun. You got a minute?”
“Yeah, brother.” I stopped and turned to face him. “What’s going on?”
“I need your advice on something.” He paused for a moment, like he was second-guessing coming to me, then sighed. “I would’ve gone to Hawk, but I’m not sure he’d be much help because of Delilah and all.”
“Got no idea what you’re talking about, brother.”
“It’s about Krissy. You know, Delilah’s friend from the other night.”
“Yeah? What about her?”
“You know the other night when she came to the clubhouse?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, I guess you could say we hooked up, and we had a damn good time.”
Rafe was a good guy, often soft-hearted and an overthinker. Something I was not. I also wasn’t one to have more than a quick fix with a woman. As far as I was concerned, relationships were a no-go. I had no idea why he’d come to me for advice, especially over a female, but he had all the same. I wasn’t sure what he was getting at, so I asked, “So, what’s the problem?”
“I thought we were both on the same page but”—his brows furrowed into a grimace—“I think she’s interested in more than I bargained for. I don’t want to hurt her feelings or whatever, but damn, she’s been calling and texting like we got something going on.”
I could see Rafe was honestly concerned, and I felt a twinge of sympathy for him, but that was quickly overridden after I’d realized that I won my fifty bucks. I swallowed my smile, then said, “Just be straight with her.”
“Yeah, but Hawk’s gonna be all kinds of pissed if this chick gets pissed.”
“That’s why you don’t shit where you eat, brother.”
“You’re not wrong there.”
“What’s done is done. Tell them both what’s up and move on.”
“You’re right. I will.” His expression turned serious as he asked, “You find out any more about the girl?”
“Not much, but we’re gettin’ there. This whole thing is all kinds of fucked up.”
“I saw the news. She’s plastered all over the place.”
“I know. Seems everybody’s looking for her, and it’s not helping a damn thing.”
“Well, whoever left her for dead in our dumpster has to know the cops didn’t find her there. If I had to guess, I’d say they’re out there looking for her, too.”
“Exactly.” I ran my hand through my hair and grumbled, “I just need to know what the fuck happened that night, and as far as I can tell, she’s the only one who really knows what went down.”
“I’m sure you’ll find a way to get her to talking.”
I shrugged. “She can’t tell me what she can’t remember.”
“Well then, you just gotta find a way to make her remember. I got faith in you, brother. You’ll do it.” As Rafe turned to leave, he said, “If there’s anything I can do to help, you know where to find me.”
Once he’d walked away, I continued towards the infirmary, but when I walked inside, I was surprised to find it empty. Knowing she couldn’t have gotten far, I rushed back into the hall and was about to go find Doc when he stepped out of one of the vacant rooms. Without giving him a chance to speak, I asked, “Where’s Remington?”