Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“I … I thought we were allowed to make a little extra money.”
“Not in this establishment. You see, the men who come here, they have a certain bankability about them. Blackmail is such a dirty word, but if I want shit done, I have the right places to get it. You and your dirty mouth and cunt are going to draw attention I neither want nor need. Now, I’m going to give you a choice. Either you go and work at one of my other more selective places of work, where you don’t get to pick the cock you ride, or you walk out of here now. No pay. Nothing.”
“That’s not a choice.” She cried out as Grave grabbed her hair, holding out her arm. She tried to struggle, but she was no match for Grave.
Preacher walked behind the desk and stared at her. “You were warned. I’ve been made aware of the three warnings you were given about the way we conduct business. This is not your first offense. You didn’t listen and now you pay the price. What will it be?”
She cried out as Grave hurt her a little more.
He grew even more tired. “I’ll pick for you.”
“I’ll work for you. Please, don’t break anything. I don’t want to be in pain.”
“Excellent choice. Rider here will escort you to where you need to be.”
Grave shoved her in the direction of Rider, who didn’t catch her, so she stumbled to the floor.
“I’ve got business to attend to. Give me an update when this is taken care of,” Preacher said, leaving the bar. He had no interest in the women or what they had to offer.
Once outside, he got onto his bike, turning over the ignition and relishing the purr as it did. His bike never failed him, but other people, they had a way of disappointing him.
Pulling away from the club, he took off in the direction Billy had given him. It was the last known location of Reaper, or at least, it hinted at it. An old abandoned factory.
Two women were found, raped and murdered, no trace of the club, but there had been sightings of Slaves of the Beast there.
Thinking about Reaper always brought him to Robin. She was making progress, but her memories had yet to return. Nothing had come back to her about O’Klaren even though she mentioned his name once several weeks ago.
The cast on her foot would also be coming off in a matter of days. The therapy was working well, and she didn’t appear to be in as much pain either.
Bear was struggling. He tried to devote his time between his daughter and the club. For Preacher, Robin would always come first, and all the guys knew how important it was to him to keep Robin safe. She was his number one priority. Always.
Even with Bishop lurking at the edges of her life. So far, he hadn’t tried to take over and visit her all the time. He’d arrived a few times while Preacher had been there, but Bear assured him she was never alone with him.
He shouldn’t even care, but something told him to keep Robin safe.
Pushing the thoughts of his son to the back of his mind, he instead focused on the building up ahead. There were no bikes parked and Billy had assured him it was empty. He had contacts within the city’s police force who let him know it was completely clean.
Parking his bike, he looked up at the old building and wouldn’t doubt for a second that Reaper had been using this place. The other biker rarely settled down, and it was strange for him to have stuck around near Knight’s Bridge for so long. It was a mistake Preacher had paid for.
“There’s the police tape,” Grave said. “They were here.”
“Two bodies were discovered. We don’t know if we can trust our contact, so keep your eyes peeled. Don’t leave anything to fucking chance. I don’t trust these assholes and neither should you.”
Preacher got to the main door and twisted the doorknob. It opened easily. Billy had told him finding locksmiths or keys on buildings cost a fortune and most of the time, police tape kept people out. It was either the homeless or squatters they had to worry about.
Bending down, he stepped inside, pulling out a flashlight. He looked left and right and saw no signs of anyone. There was silence as he first entered.
“What exactly are we looking for?” Grave asked.
“Any indication of where they went. Even if it’s just a receipt.” He stepped forward into the building. It was an old factory. Dust covered every surface and some pieces of old equipment were still in the room, but he didn’t know what the factory did before it closed down.
There were six floors. “Split up. I’m going to head up to the top. Yell if you see anything,” Preacher said.