Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“Yeah. I had more than a run-in with him,” Sawyer said. He called over to Lark. “Time for you to take a break.”
“But I just had a break,” Lark argued.
“My office. Now. Lock yourself in,” Sawyer ordered.
Lark nodded, seeming to know when the boss meant business. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about her.
“What can I get you, boys?” Sawyer asked.
Wyatt didn’t recognize the fourth man, but he was big and brawny and looked like he ate nails for breakfast. So his brother had replaced him with another enforcer.
Doug’s gaze was on Lark’s backside as she strode away. “I was hoping she would take our orders.”
Wyatt bet he had. All of these men would treat her like she was on the menu. Precisely why Sawyer had sent her away.
Wyatt watched as the only two other customers in the place seemed to feel the shift in the air.
A couple of regulars who came in from Creede stood and threw some cash down and walked out.
So they were alone.
At least no one else would get hurt.
“She’s taking a break,” Sawyer announced cooly. “So why don’t you boys get your business done and we can all get on with our evenings.”
“Not very hospitable of you, Sawyer,” Doug said with a sneer. He slapped the new guy’s chest and pointed Sawyer’s way. “Jeff, this here is Sawyer Hathaway. He rode with us for a while, then his brother did a tiny stint and he couldn’t handle it. I don’t know, Hathaway. I think you would have done well in prison. Pretty boys are popular there.”
“I’ll never find out,” Sawyer replied smoothly. “I’m a simple barkeep now.”
“I doubt you’re anything simple,” Doug said, looking Wyatt up and down. “You get your brother’s message?”
“He’s not my brother.” Wyatt intended to make things plain to these men. “He made himself clear when he burned the tat I never asked for off my chest. But I did get the message the president of the Horde sent me. I gave you all the account numbers. I didn’t leave a damn thing out.”
“Well, your brother…excuse me, the president of the MC, seems to think you did, so you either need to take a look at these accounts or pony up the three hundred K we’re missing,” Doug announced.
His temper threatened to flare.
“Oooo, looks like little brother is getting mad,” the new guy said. “I’m so fucking scared.”
Brutus leaned over and whispered something in his ear that had Jeff frowning.
“Seriously?” Jeff asked.
“Once saw him take out eight guys by himself,” Brutus replied.
“There’s a reason his brother’s not here.” Sawyer had come from behind the bar. “They call Wyatt the Berserker. He’s perfectly calm until he loses it, and then we’re lucky if he doesn’t kill someone.”
Wyatt hated the nickname. He’d definitely hated the way his father had slapped him on the back and called him a real man the first time he’d beaten a man near to death. He’d been sixteen, and one of the older bikers had hit him and called him a bunch of names that would get the man canceled. Wyatt had seen red. He hadn’t even remembered his first fight, but his father had pushed him for more.
It was a side of himself he’d hoped he’d left behind forever, a side he’d never wanted Sabrina to see.
“Did you bring the laptop the new guy is using?” Wyatt didn’t want to talk about the past. “I left the one I used. Tell me he didn’t try to get a new one. No one in the MC really knows computers.”
His brother recruited for other skills.
Jeff stepped up. “I know a little, and I brought this piece of crap you left behind. It’s useless. I barely managed to find the other accounts.”
Wyatt took the laptop from Jeff and opened it. The dumbass hadn’t even changed the password. He knew exactly what was wrong. “There are two accounts I didn’t keep with the others. They’re behind a wall, but I left instructions on how to get around it.”
“If you didn’t hide it, I wouldn’t have to get around it,” Jeff shot back.
“I have to hide it because it was earned through criminal means and needs to be laundered before the club can use it, dumbass,” Wyatt replied, touching the keys with purpose. The faster he got them what they needed, the sooner he could go back to mourning Sabrina.
Doug grunted. “Well, he’s not wrong. Sawyer, why don’t you get us all a couple of beers while Wyatt finds the info we need.”
“He’ll be so fast you won’t have time for a beer,” Sawyer replied. “Besides, you already stole from me so fuck you.”
Brutus frowned. “Well, you weren’t here so what else were we supposed to do?”
“How about not fucking breaking in?” Something nasty was rising in Wyatt’s gut. His brother was playing games with him. He’d done everything he was supposed to do—Wayne thought he’d done everything he was supposed to do—and this was how his brother kept a deal.