Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Detective Scott flashes a sneering smile. “We’re asking the questions, ma’am. And I’m gonna need you to come down to the station for a formal statement.” He’s asking, but it’s not really a request.
Maven nods. “Sure, I’ll be happy to do that. As soon as I speak to my lawyer on the best way to proceed.”
I smile at the appearance of Maven’s backbone.
The detectives, though, aren’t as impressed, especially Scott. He’s reaching behind him to the cuffs hanging from his belt.
“Look, lady, we’re just being courteous because Doherty told us to, but if you’re not going to cooperate, then we’ll do this the hard way. You’re under arrest.”
“What? This is total bullshit,” I shout. “What are you arresting her for?” I pull out my phone and start recording them.
“Step back,” Detective Scott growls at me.
Maven lets out a frustrated sigh. “Under arrest for what, exactly?” She seems calm, but I can see the pulse racing in her throat.
“I told you that we ask the questions,” Powell says, his tone growing angrier by the second.
I step back, my phone still recording. “Aren’t you going to read her rights to her, or is that another way for you to abuse your power?” Both detectives stop once Maven is cuffed and stare at me, trying to intimidate me, but I lift my chin in defiance to show those fuckers they don’t scare me.
“Well? I don’t hear anything about her right to remain silent.”
Powell grunts and stands up tall. “You are under arrest for the suspicious death of Cyrus Palacio.”
“Death?” Maven shrieks. “Cyrus is dead? How did he die? Where did you find him?”
“That’s what we need you to tell us,” Scott says with a grimacing smile that makes the hairs on my arm stand up tall.
Oh. Shit. This is big shit. “Don’t say anything, Maven. Nothing at all.”
Maven nods, and I stop recording because I need to call Wilder more than I need to fuck with these dickheads.
“Hey,” I shout when someone takes my phone, but the thief is Stone. I calm down, but I keep my eyes on his mighty fine ass until he’s outside, telling Wilder what’s going down.
“Maven,” I say, “stay cool, yeah? They’re bluffing, and help is on the way.”
Maven nods, and tears stream down her cheeks. She’s terrified, and I hate those fucking cops even more for doing this to her.
“Thanks, Willow. Don’t worry about me. Keep this place going for me?”
“You don’t even have to ask.” Maven is my ride or die, and there’s nothing I won’t do to make this easier for her. “Stay completely silent, Maven. Don’t answer even one fucking question, not even your name or date of birth. Got it?”
“Got it,” she says and lets her head fall forward, fear and embarrassment forcing her shoulders to slump. “Thank you,” she mouths to me as they take her away.
Chapter Two
Joaquin
“Are there always so many hot chicks around?” Tank asks as he changes tires on a Honda Accord. “Holy fuck. I mean, no offense to the patched guys and their old ladies, but how can one club have so many hot chicks?”
I laugh at the shock in his tone. “Yeah? All chicks are hot. Who do you have your eye on?”
We have a full house going on now with this most recent lockdown.
It’s not necessarily a bad thing with so many hot, unattached women hanging around. It's an easy job, really, as long as they’re all under one roof. It gets tricky keeping them all safe when they have to go to work and school and shit like that.
Tank shrugs. “I don’t know, but Gia’s friend, Ro? She’s hot as fuck. She has that whole innocent shit going on, but she’s got a sassy, potty mouth that really does it for me if you know what I mean.” Tank looks up from his work and wiggles his eyebrows.
Dix lets out a loud bark of laughter and shakes his head. “Holy shit, dude, I think even a blind man knows what you mean.” He turns to me with an inquisitive expression. “What do you know about Kelsey’s friend, Ruby? She’s stacked and curvy and seems totally interested, which makes my dick want to party with her.”
I laugh at them for being so fucking thirsty for a chick, but my mind immediately goes to the hot as fuck kiss I shared with Willow last night.
The girl is a flirt, but she’s hot as fuck, mouthy and she’s not one of those shy chicks who need to be taught how to fuck. Oh no. She knows what she wants, and right now, I’m at the top of her list. That’s perfect because I could use a few nights of hot fucking.
There’s too much shit going on with the MC to worry about anything other than burying myself deep inside her cunt for a night or two or three. A quick fuck here and there will keep me focused on what the club needs to do next.