Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Taylah’s cheeks flush. “H-h-h-him?”
Jackson grins. “I promise he’s a lot nicer than he looks.”
Fynn gives Jackson a look but doesn’t say anything. He rarely does. But he’s a good guy, and he’s hot as hell, so I’m sure Tayla isn’t too upset about her new bodyguard.
“What do you need me to get?” she asks, her eyes still on Fynn.
“We need to know anything about Gerard, family, friends, anything you can possibly find out. Nothing is too big or too small. If it seems relevant, it is.”
Tayla nods. “He mostly keeps to himself, but he is easy to talk to. You said he is bad?”
“He’s a murderer,” I say carefully. “He’s not safe.”
Tayla’s eyes widen. “What?”
“It’s a long story, but don’t leave yourself alone with that man. He’s bad news.”
“He seems so nice and acts all innocent and like the world is trying to tear him down. He really killed someone?”
“Yes,” I confirm. “But he’s good at hiding who he is.”
Tayla hesitates, like she’s finding it hard to believe Gerard would hurt anyone. I get that, Ciara didn’t pick it either. If it wasn’t for her determination, she probably would have never figured out it was him. He’s that good, and he is always one step ahead, which is why we need something we can use against him to get him and Hound working together.
Something he’ll do anything to keep hidden.
“I’ll get what I can. I do know he has a sister, because she visits him a lot. She is older than him, and her name is Suzie, but that’s all I know.”
“It’s a start. We’ll look into it,” Jackson assures her. “Cade is goin’ to get all the information from you, and I promise you, we’ll make sure you get your life back.”
There is a glimmer of hope in her eyes, and my heart breaks for her. It’s clear she has been desperately searching for herself and hasn’t had a chance to find it because someone has been dragging her down. I know she doesn’t want to hope, to actually believe the club can get her freed from that monster, but I know they can.
I can’t wait for them to show her that.
16 – Serenity
“We found Gerard’s sister,” Jackson tells me, walking into the room at the warehouse we’re staying in. “She lives a town over and isn’t married. As far as we can tell, he is all she has. She fully believes he is innocent, and when we found her social media, she advocates hugely for him.”
“He really does have everyone fooled,” I mutter. “But at least we have someone we can use against him. Are we able to find out anything about her that is useful?”
“Only that she’s fuckin’ rich, and nobody can figure out why. Maybe she’s just as evil as he is. Either way, he just needs to think we’re after her, and Hound needs to use him, then we move in.”
“Any ideas how we are going to get Gerard thinking we are after him?”
Jackson nods. “Yeah, we’re goin’ to show up at her house. She’ll tell him for certain. Then, we’re goin’ to be seen in a public place, not too public, but enough that if Hound is watchin’ us, he will be able to overhear. We have to make it look believable. He was watchin’ that entire rally, he knew where you were, and he was two steps ahead of us. We need him to do that again.”
“Maybe we could do another rally, or something similar. I could go in a disguise but stay close so he can’t get hold of me. Then, I can make sure he overhears me frantically tell you all that Gerard isn’t there, and that if we don’t find him, this is all over. He just needs to think we’re desperate.”
Jackson nods. “We’ll come up with somethin’ that works. For now, we need to sit tight until we can get somethin’ solid.”
“I’m not going to lie,” I exhale. “I hate it here. I’m so bored I want to gouge my own eyes out. Can we get the other members over and have a cookout or something? I think we all deserve it.”
Jackson ponders that, then walks over, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulls me close. “Not a bad idea, darlin’. I’ll get onto it. Then, I can finish what we started before I got shot.”
My cheeks grow pink as I look up at him. “If you can catch me.”
He grins, devilish. “Oh, I’ll catch you. Don’t ever doubt that.”
“I don’t know, I’ve heard those groans in the morning when you try and get out of bed.”
He steps closer, curling his fingers around my throat and leaning down close. “Are you challenging me, baby, because I love a good challenge.”
“I’m just saying, I’m not so sure you’re as good as you say.”