Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“Gordo got an eye on that biker bitch,” someone’s wicked laugh comes through the headphones. “He says she’s nice to look at but has a smart mouth.”
A bunch of laughter sounds, and at least four distinct voices chime in. “I have one guaranteed way to shut the bitch up. Works on my ruca every fucking time.”
More laughter, and I shake my head at these fools. It’s easy to be a tough guy when your opponent is a woman. “Ghost says, leave her the fuck alone. I’m not touching that skank.”
I reach out and tap Gia on the shoulder. “I think they’re talking about Willow. Sounds like she’s alive.”
At my words, Wild Man presses some keys on his keyboard, and Olly leans forward, motioning for me to disconnect the headphones. Gia taps on her tablet, and it cranks up the volume somehow. She rolls her chair closer and nods.
We all listen as the conversation between the gang members picks up.
“I don’t even have to touch her to put some fear into that bitch,” one of them growls with glee. “Where’s Gordo?”
“Stash house,” another voice answers. “Gordo got her inside, but the homies are watching outside just in case those shit-for-brains bikers show up.”
“They gotta find out where she is first.” Another round of laughter sounds through the speakers. “We got a lot of stash houses in L.A. Shit, I don’t even know ’em all.”
“But Maggie does,” one of them says, his voice suddenly darker and serious. “We have to find that bitch. Make her pay.”
“Fuck yeah,” one of them says while the others make sounds of agreement. “That bitch is the reason Demon is dead. We should fuckin’ turn her out. We’d get some good money for that ass.”
Gia turns down the volume and turns to us. “Maggie? Probably the girl who got away.”
Wild Man shakes his head. “Shit. Has to be.”
“I’ll dig into any leads for Maggies, Margarets, Margaritas, or Margots that are associated with the gang or any members of the gang,” Gia promises, turning the volume back up before she focuses on the tablet in front of her.
“Don’t go scaring that biker bitch too bad, Snake Eyes. Ghost has plans for that bitch.”
The air in the room intensifies at his words, and I lean in a little closer as if that will change whatever these assholes say next.
“Yeah, what plans? I ain’t heard of no plans for her.” We don’t have a name for the fucker, but he grunts and then laughs. “Hopefully, it includes lettin’ us fuck that bitch before we put her six feet under.”
Disgusting. I know some gangs and MCs use women in that way, using sex as torture and punishment, but I hate it. Makes me want to fuck these guys up even more. I deal with violence because it’s a way of life inside the MC, but I don’t like it. I avoid it when and where I can.
“You need to get some pussy, Snake Eyes. It’s all you think about.”
Snake Eyes, I assume, laughs. “Ain’t nothin’ better than strange pussy.”
“Gross,” Gia says, visibly shuddering.
“Bones says Ghost has plans for her, but first, we have to find Demon’s ruca.”
“What if that bitch is laid up with one of those fucking bikers?”
“What makes you think that? She say something?”
“Naw, homie. Just sayin’”
“Anyway, if she is, it’s better for us,” another guy says, and I can hear the fucking smile in his voice. “If those pendejos have that bitch, it makes everything easier. We offer a trade, the biker bitch, in exchange for Maggie. They show up for the exchange, Ghost puts a bullet in the biker bitch, takes Maggie, and then we fuck up whoever else shows up for the exchange.”
“Ghost tell you that?”
“Yeah, man. He’s got this shit handled.”
Ghost sounds crazy and bloodthirsty—their namesake. “We have to put this Ghost motherfucker down.” The room falls silent, and when I look up, three sets of eyes are on me, wearing matching expressions of shock. “What?”
Wild Man barks out a laugh. “Between you and Preacher, I don’t know who’s worse about trying to talk us out of putting the hurt on someone, and now you’re saying we have to put the new dawg down.”
I shrug. “We can’t have bodies dropping all over Angel Harbor. That’s how you get the Feds up your ass.”
“Good point,” Olly adds. “I’ll do it myself for what they did to Banger.” His nostrils flare, and his jaw clenches, a sure sign that our newest prospect has revenge on the brain.
“The good news,” I point out with a sigh, “is that Willow is alive. And we need to tell Ace what we’ve learned.”
It’s time to plan to get Willow back. I’m doing everything I can to keep Banger alive, but helping get his woman back will keep my own demons simmering in the background.