Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“Shut up, Dev. Did you kill those girls?” He stares me down with his laser-sharp eyes. He’s such a fucking prick.
I lean against my car, folding my arms over my chest. This is a fishing expedition because I know he isn’t involved with the investigation. Because if he were, he wouldn’t be driving in a squad car pulling over every Tom, Dick, and Harry for speeding. “Are you charging me?”
His face screws into a scowl. “I know you did it. I know your kind. Did you get too rough with the pussy?”
Anger boils in my veins, but I can’t let this asshole get a rise out of me, because I know that’s what he wants. I don’t answer.
“That’s it, isn’t it? You sick fuck. You got a little too rough with… what was her name? Ginger? I bet she had a juicy pussy that you pounded a bit too hard. Did she try to run away?”
I grind my molars, shoving my hands in my pockets.
“That Strawshit, or whatever her stupid ass name was, I bet she gave good head. Bet she had a mouth like a hoover.”
This asshole wants me to punch him so he can drag me down to the station. I breathe through my nose, trying desperately to keep my cool. “If you’re not charging me, and you’re not writing me a ticket, then I’m getting the fuck out of here.” I slide back into my silver Bugatti.
He steps aside with a smug smirk that I want to put my fist through. I bet it would feel so good to knock this motherfucker out.
I start the ignition and peel out of the field. Fuck him.
He hasn’t changed a bit. I’ve known Guy since high school. The twins and I ran that school like it was our own personal playground. Guy never liked us, and I’m not even sure why. Probably because I fucked his sister back in the day. I don’t remember her name, but it set Guy on a path of hating us more than any person should.
It was high school.
It didn’t matter.
Nothing we did back then mattered in the grand scheme of things.
Guy once started a fight with Roman, but he definitely didn’t finish it. Roman broke his nose, and it’s still crooked to this day. Just like him.
I continue my drive down the shoreline, making my way to my sister’s house. When I finally pull into her driveway, I let out a heavy sigh and park beside her Mercedes. Normally, I look forward to brunch but I’m having a hard time today. I’ve got too much on my mind.
I know my sister is only trying to help, but I just can’t talk about the murders without getting angry. But maybe I need to talk about it. I need to move on things. Now, before anyone else gets hurt.
I head into the house and follow the voices out to the patio overlooking her pool.
“I’m so glad you came. I was thinking you wouldn’t.”
“It’s better here than staring at the four walls of my place.” My eyes sweep the table filled with French toast, scrambled eggs, and all the makings of breakfast fixings that would make any country club brunch menu jealous.
“I wanted to talk to you about something,” she says, pulling me away so the twins can’t overhear us.
My insides coil with dread. Anything she has to say to me privately most likely won’t be good. “Sure, go ahead.”
“I have this friend, and she really needs a job. I mean, she has one now as a waitress, but I’d love for her to do something where she could make some real money. She’s a single mom, and I think it’d be good for her.”
My jaw hits the floor. Not what I was expecting at all. “You should wait to tell her about the place until they’ve caught the killer, and the fucker is behind bars.”
“Oh, right.” She rests a hand on my arm, her light-brown eyes solemn. “They’ll find him.”
I blow out a breath. “They better.”
I’m not sure they will. I’ve scoured over my list of members, wondering who could do any of this, and the only real possibility is the Chekov brothers. And the only thing I have to go on is they’re actual killers, and they’ve been known to rough up women in the past. I plan to speak with their father soon.
I head over to the table where the twins sit. They stand when they see me, both offering me a guy hug and handshake as Greer morphs into the perfect hostess and ushers us over to the buffet table to load up our plates. Once we’re all seated at the table by the pool, I wait a few minutes before I bring up the subject of the murders, knowing I need to get a plan of action together.