Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Paulie frowns. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? You don’t want it to look worse for you.”
“I did nothing and they’ll find nothing, but I’m not going to let this go. I’ll clear my own name if I have to. Are you going to tell me, or do I have to ask around?”
Paulie’s eyes flash, then he grins. “I do love a good murder mystery. Okay, let’s go, I know exactly where she stays. She’s going home tonight I heard, so you’re just in time.”
That’s perfect.
I don’t want to bother her; I just want to see what she knew about Alyssa and who she was spending time with.
Clearly someone had it out for her, but the question on everyone’s minds is who?
But most of all ... why?
It takes guts to murder someone on campus, which means it must be someone familiar with the place.
I will find out.
I will clear my name.
9 – Spike
He tracked me down.
I didn’t think he would—I thought for sure he’d stick with the life he had already chosen because it was easier, but he found me, and he made me a deal. He had the name I wanted, the one who ordered the hit on Bear, and in exchange he wanted the chance to become a prospect for the club.
His name is Fynn.
I admire his courage, because after the last encounter we had, I was certain I’d never see him again.
He proved me wrong, and he showed up with something I wanted.
He’s smart, but most of all, I can see in his eyes that he wants a different life.
“You know that if I do this, and you want in on this club, you gotta stand by me,” I say to him, standing outside the front of a bar by my motorcycle.
Fynn nods, his face stern and unwavering. “I know.”
“Goin’ to get yourself some enemies ...”
He nods again. “Know that, too.”
He is unbothered, at least, he’s not showing that he’s even remotely concerned about the entire drug world turning on him. This guy I’m about to confront isn’t the top dog, but he is the one running this city, and, because of that, I know that messing with him is going to put my point across loud and clear.
It’s the only way.
If we don’t avenge Bear, then nobody will ever know not to fucking mess with the club.
They need to know if they touch our own, we will come back tenfold.
I might have made them angry because of my actions, but they have been roaming around this town long before I started taking them out. They have been trying to get the upper hand, trying to push the club down, trying to mess up our shipments and fuck up our deals. This is a war they started, and it’s one I will make it my mission to finish.
When we are feared once more, I will back down.
It’s the only way to keep us all safe, even if Jackson refuses to see that.
“Let’s go.”
Fynn gets in his truck and follows me when I begin the ride to where I want to go. I haven’t told him the plan; I don’t need to. He just needs to stand by my side, to pledge his loyalty to me and the club without interfering in what is going to happen when I stop this bike.
Because when I stop it, the world will wish I didn’t.
I’ve set this up exactly how I want it to go.
I’ve made sure he’ll be there, thinking he is meeting with a potential buyer, a big one, someone who can bring in millions to their business. What he doesn’t know is that I have more people on my side than he does, and it didn’t take much for me to put a plan together. He won’t see it coming, and that’s exactly how I want it.
Riding toward the wharf, where all our exchanges happen, I pull my bike over and stare in the distance to where two SUVs are parked. I know they’re waiting, and I know in minutes, this quiet situation is going to blow up in my face. That’s exactly how I fucking want it.
Fynn gets out of his truck and stands beside me.
“You got a gun?” I ask.
He nods.
“Let’s go.”
I don’t hesitate, I don’t pause, I walk toward the SUVs. I can see him turning toward me as I get close, his eyes widening when he realizes that I’m not the person he was planning on meeting. He goes to raise a hand, to gather his men for help, but I don’t give him a chance. Meeting his cold green eyes, I pull my gun out and aim it at his head. I don’t even give him the chance for a final say.
I pull the trigger.
The bullet rips through his forehead, and blood explodes from his skull as he falls backward.