Morgue (Iron Tzars MC #11) Read Online Marteeka Karland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Iron Tzars MC Series by Marteeka Karland
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
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Stitches shrugged. “Get in line. Pretty sure there are a few in front of you. Besides, hearing you’re a crazy serial killer wannabe seemed to be exactly what she needed.”

“I’m not a serial killer. Everyone I killed needed killin’.”

“OK. I’ll give you that. Still helped so I ain’t sorry. And I ain’t takin’ it back.” He turned his attention to another one of the women. I turned mine back to Dorothy.

I glanced down to see her hand clutching my thigh even in her drugged state. She wasn’t completely out of it, I didn’t think, but she was in and out if the way her eyes opened and shut occasionally was any indication.

I settled her closer before checking my gun once more. I’d already done so, but not only had we just killed everyone in the rat trap where we found these women, but we were in Mexican territory. We’d taken women the Cartel saw as their property. If it was discovered before we were safely away, we’d be in a fight all the way back to Evansville.

“How are the others?”

Stitches shook his head. “One won’t make it. One will be touch and go. Dorothy and the other two should be fine physically unless there’s internal damage I can’t see. One of them got hit in the head pretty hard, but she’s responding appropriately. At least for now.”

“They drugged too?”

“Yeah. Either they weren’t dosed as hard, or they’ve been dosed so often they’re becoming resistant. They’re a little woozy but not as much as Dorothy. I doubt she’s been here as long as the others. Not as banged up either.”

The Humvee continued to speed over the rough terrain, the wind and rain pounding the vehicle mercilessly. I glanced down at the sleeping woman against me. She was battered, beaten, and filthy as hell. But I’d never seen a more striking female. I wasn’t too proud to admit I loved the way she trusted me, even knowing I was a killer. Maybe Stitches was right. Maybe she felt safe because I was a killer.

The Humvee skidded to a halt with a jolt. “Fuck.” I moved to the back of the enclosure and looked out the window. The rain was coming down too hard for me to see if we’d picked up a tail, but we weren’t being shot at.

“We’re here.” Clutch threw the vehicle in park and got out, slamming the door behind him. I followed out the back, hurrying around the truck to cover Clutch. He headed toward a battered hangar where Deke was supposed to be waiting for us. He was on loan from Bones MC in Kentucky. While I didn’t like depending on someone outside the Tzars for our extraction, Sting vouched for this guy, so I’d give him the benefit of the doubt. Supposedly, there wasn’t any kind of aircraft the bastard couldn’t fly.

I trotted to catch up with Clutch. The hangar wasn’t much more than an oversized carport. The sides came down about halfway from the top to the ground, but it was rusted out in places and did little to protect the chopper Deke had brought for the extraction. The man stood just under the canopy next to the UH-1Y Venom helicopter we were supposed to exfiltrate with. Fucking big-ass bird to hide. The military aircraft was owned by ExFil, the paramilitary organization owned by a guy named Cain who used to be the president of Bones MC. Cain did work for the governments of several different countries, including the US, when the CIA didn’t or couldn’t get involved. I had to hand it to them. They had some grade A shit at their disposal. I might not like depending on anyone other than my club, but my estimation of Bones went up several notches.

“If we’re gonna have to wait for a break in the weather, you might want to be ready for a fight.” Clutch wiped his face with his arm as he stepped underneath the walls of the hangar. “We got most of them, but I can’t be sure we got everyone. And if we missed even one, they’ll send reinforcements.”

“Get everyone on board,” Deke said. “We’ll leave in ten minutes.”

“You sure the weather will cooperate? I’d prefer the danger I can control to sitting in a tin can that could be blown out of the sky like a fuckin’ gnat by this storm.”

Deke ignored him and climbed inside the bird without a backward glance.

“You heard the man,” I said, turning back to the Humvee. I wanted to get everyone on board as quickly as possible, so we’d be good to go the second Deke was ready to leave.

I went to the back of the Humvee and opened the door. Two of the women flinched and shied away. Dorothy was still asleep where I’d left her. The other two didn’t move.



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