Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Ace sighs and shakes his head. “Our deal with Frank Braden to clean our money is totally fucked. That fucker double-crossed us, and now the church is a bunch of fucking rubble. We need a new laundry source.”
Dix nods and looks around the table. “That all?”
“No,” Coop sighs. “We have a load of Louis Vuitton coming in the morning. It’s already sold to a guy in Portland, so I want it on the road by afternoon.”
Dix blinks. “That soon?”
Ace nods. “The port is ours, so that won’t be a problem. Has to go soon because the Kings keep trying to hijack our shit.”
He nods, and I can already see the gears in his head grinding as he thinks of all the ways he can jump back into the thick of things. “How much?”
“Half a mil,” Shades confirms. “We have half and will get the rest after the delivery.”
Dix takes a long pull from his beer and nods. “All right, I’m on it. Now can we fucking party or what?”
“Not yet,” Ace says. “The Kings have vowed to kill random women and dump them in the harbor. We need to take Santos out as soon as possible. While we keep our noses clean. I can’t have any more dead women in this city.”
Dix replies, “Yeah, man. I heard about that. Let me start on that in the morning. Right now, I need another beer and some wild, wet pussy.”
We spend the rest of the night celebrating the return of our VP. Now that the MC is whole again and several Iron Kings sit in county jail, we’re so close to getting rid of them for good.
Life can go back to normal, as normal as it ever is for my brothers and me.
Chapter Three
Gia
Fifteen minutes into my sixty-minute time limit, and I am freaking the fuck out, like having an actual panic attack over what the biker expects me to do. I have so many goddamn questions I don’t know where to even start the hack. First, how does this biker or his biker boss even know about my computer skills? It’s a secret I’ve let on to only a few valued friends, and I trust those people implicitly. Or I did.
I turn to Ro, who’s coming down hard from her high. “Ro, how does he know?”
She sets a steaming cup of coffee in front of me and drops down on a footstool beside me. “That’s what I’m wondering too. Who knows about it other than the jobs you’ve applied to? Me and your mom. Anyone else?”
I shake my head. “Exactly. But they know enough to think I can break into a jail system to free their biker buddies. It doesn’t make sense.”
Ro sits up taller, fear swimming in her eyes. “Should we call the cops?”
I nod. “Probably. Except we’re both high and drunk, not to mention I’ve got a few baggies of coke stashed around my room. I pull out the baggie hiding in my bra and toss it beside the keyboard to make my point. “You know how cops are. They’ll toss me in a cell and forget all about the bikers. Then I’ll be dead, and no one will care.”
“Asshole outside could be bluffing,” Ro offers hopefully.
I snort a laugh and shake my head. “Doubtful. Given their reputation, they might kill me even if I succeed. The Iron Kings don’t fuck around. I don’t know? Maybe if I do this for them, I’ll meet a hot one and all my troubles will go away?”
I giggle like a kid. And that’s the thought that keeps my fingers flying over the keyboard, trying every method of breaching systems I can think of.
My biggest problem is that Angel Harbor County lock-up operates on a system that’s been around longer than my twenty-three years, and that puts me at a disadvantage.
But as I’m hunting for a way in, I have a lightbulb moment. “I have an idea!”
“What is it?” Ro gets to her feet and stares at the screen like she can understand any of the code.
“I’ll cut the power,” I tell her as I input code as fast as my fingers will allow, which isn’t fast enough. I stop and reach for the baggie that I’d just freed from my bra. I line up just enough blow to do a quick bump for both of us. A pick-me-up.
“So they’ll just walk right out of unlocked cells?”
I snort a line and hand my trusty mirror to Ro. I sit back for a second, letting the drug take effect.
“Girl, you watch too much TV. I’ll cut the power at the building that houses the county servers. That will crash the whole system and trigger a reboot. It’ll take at least ten minutes to get back online.”
“Okay,” Ro says after her bump, a dumb look on her face as she lays the mirror back on my desk. “And?”