Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
One of Kane’s guys ran over and retrieved the radio from the fallen guard. It crackled, and someone spoke in Spanish. Our guy replied in a low, bored grumble so his voice wouldn’t be recognized.
Kane motioned for us to step close, then he whispered, “Shoot to kill. I don’t want a single one of these fuckers feeding their shit to anyone ever again.”
Each of us nodded, then proceeded with the plan we’d devised.
It took less than ten minutes for Viper, Kane, Tatum, and I to get into the house. I didn’t know where Comdon had hired his security from, but they were useless. I even managed to sneak all the way up to one and snap his neck.
Tatum rolled his eyes and muttered, “Serves him right for being such a dumb fuck.”
When we walked into the house, we split into twos, and while the brothers went up the stairs to search the second floor, Viper and I made our way through the bottom. We didn’t find anyone until we reached the kitchen. There were two security guys and three people huddled around a small table.
I caught Viper’s eye and tilted my head back toward the hallway. He backed up into the shadows while I plastered myself next to the doorway. A loud crash came from Viper’s direction, and just as I’d assumed would happen, the two henchmen came rushing out to see what was going on. Almost simultaneously, they dropped silently to the ground, one with a bullet in the back of his skull and the other with a hole right between the eyes.
The woman and two men at the table were standing when I peeked back into the room. I expected them to look nervous or on guard, but with one glance at their faces, I realized they were all blitzed.
Sighing, I stepped fully into the kitchen and shot the two men in quick succession. Then I hesitated because it went against my nature to harm a woman. “I don’t want to kill you,” I informed her quietly. “But I will if you make one sound.”
She nodded, but the movement must have messed with her equilibrium because she swayed and passed out, crumpling to the floor.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered.
“You’ve got quite a way with the ladies,” Kane grunted from right behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow.
“It’s done,” he said, answering my unspoken question.
“What do you want to do with her?” Viper asked as he strolled into the room.
“I recognize her from Deviant’s research,” I murmured. “She’s his current fuck buddy. Spent three years in prison for drug possession and has only been out for six months. Drop her at the nearest police station”—I gestured to the drug paraphernalia on the table that was clearly packaged for selling—“with some of that shit on her and she’ll be charged with a first-degree felony and get at least ten years. Plus whatever they give her for breaking parole.”
Tatum had joined us by the time I finished, and he scratched his chin as he spoke in a thoughtful tone. “I can get in touch with Flemming and make sure the charges stick.”
“Detective on our payroll,” Kane explained.
“Other option is to take her with us and see what she knows,” Torin, one of Kane’s right-hand men, suggested. “Comdon answered to someone.”
Kane’s gaze fell on me for a moment before he answered. “Take her to the cabin and let her dry out while I handle something else for the next couple of days.”
I nodded my thanks since I knew he was putting off the interrogation to help me.
“I’ll call in the cleaners.” Tatum pressed on the screen of his phone, then put it to his ear. “Clean up on aisle five,” he said before hanging up.
Kane rolled his eyes and swirled his finger in the air. “Move out.”
When we arrived back at Kane’s building, Viper and I stayed on our bikes. I was more than ready to get back to my girl.
“Shouldn’t need more than twenty-four hours,” Kane told me, standing next to my motorcycle with his arms crossed over his chest. “But we got some of what we needed at the house, so it might be less.”
“Thanks, man,” I replied. We shook hands, then he lifted his chin in farewell before pivoting and stalking to the entrance of his warehouse.
It was late when we arrived back at the clubhouse, and I didn’t want to wake Blakely, especially since she’d need her energy for what I had planned when she woke up. So I stripped out of my clothes and crawled into the bed, then pulled her into my arms. Taking a deep breath, I filled my lungs with her cinnamon scent and fell into a contented sleep.
8
BLAKELY
Waking up in Gideon’s arms was everything I ever wanted, and I enjoyed every minute of it, even though he’d been sound asleep. I wasn’t sure how late he’d been out, but he barely moved when I finally slid off the mattress to use the bathroom. I used his exhaustion to my advantage and slipped on some clothes before quietly padding out of the room to head down to the kitchen. Assuming that my man would be hungry when he woke up, I wanted to bring him breakfast in bed.