Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“No fucking way,” Rynn said, smile spreading until I saw one of her dimples.
“You two know each other?” I asked, looking between them, confused. It wasn’t like Teddy and Rynn would run in the same circles.
It was Teddy who spoke.
“I’ve hired Rynn for more than a few jobs,” Teddy informed me.
“Secrets are valuable in business dealings,” Rynn said, nodding. “I can’t believe you guys know each other…”
“Our world is an English village,” Teddy agreed. “How about we go out to eat, and I can explain how I became involved with a bunch of bikers,” Teddy said, putting down his glass, then grabbing his suit jacket, and walking toward the door. “It involves grand theft auto.”
“Our meet-cute involved forcing someone into being a wheelman against their will,” Rynn said as the three of us moved into the elevator.
Later, after Rynn had taken her car back to her place, I was standing with Teddy on the street next to my SUV.
“That’s your future wife right there,” he said, nodding sagely.
And when you had Teddy’s stamp of approval, well, you knew you found the one.
Even if I had no fucking idea what a happily ever after would look like with a woman like Rynn.
I guess I was about to find out.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Rynn - 3 days
I waited on bated breath, some part of me terrified that the fires would in some way trace back to Cato or me.
Me, because of my connection with Jai Xú. I was the reason Jai had the information to go after the white supremacists to begin with.
I wasn’t worried, of course, that the blood I’d spilled in that warehouse might trace back to me. From the footage I’d seen on the news, the place was practically ash.
I had no idea what the hell Jai and his men had used as an accelerant, but it was really fucking effective, that was for sure.
Of course, no amount of fire could completely erase the fact that bodies were found in the wreckage.
Dental records even came up with names. Though no one was grieving the loss of members of a hate group.
There was no surveillance on the street. I knew that because I’d scoped it out myself. The best the cops could come up with was grainy footage of black cars driving down the road before and after.
The problem being that the plates were fake and the windows heavily tinted.
Jai Xú was nothing if not very good at what he did.
Organized crime was all over. And while it wasn’t rare to hear of the Italian or Irish mafia, even the Bratva getting accused of crimes, I don’t think I had ever heard of The Triad being brought in on anything.
Knowing Jai, the guns that had been used for the fire were untraceable and long since gotten rid of.
Nothing would trace back to him.
But I didn’t have the gory details about the whole thing with Cato. So I was terrified something might trace back to him.
Because of me.
I wasn’t stupid.
I knew he’d tracked down and killed that man for me.
Jameson Cutter.
His name had been on the news. A rap sheet as long as my arm with a string of warrants for unpaid child support to four kids from three different moms.
No one was mourning the man’s death. Least of all me. But I would feel like I was to blame somehow if Cato got in trouble for being the one to end his miserable life.
But when the news leaked that Cutter hadn’t been shot, I breathed a sigh of relief. If Cato had killed him some other way, the evidence was long gone. Cutter had been identified through dental records because he’d been so burned.
It was over.
Maybe I should have felt weird about the killing. But, I mean, I knew what I was getting into with Cato. His club wasn’t the weekend warrior sort. They were one-percenters. They did illegal shit for a living. And that illegal shit, undoubtedly, meant there were feuds with enemies that ended in bloodshed occasionally.
I mean… Cato had been shot in the stomach.
Any illusions I had about his job not being dangerous disappeared the first time I saw that scar.
The thing was, it didn’t bother me.
My feelings would be entirely different if I knew that innocents were getting hurt. But this was strictly business shit. You fuck with us, we fuck with you.
Besides, I was no saint.
I believed down to my bones that I was capable of killing someone in the right situation. I actually think most people are.
So there was no reason for me to go around like I was the morality police when I knew I was capable of the same thing.
Besides, in a dark and twisted sort of way, I was flattered. He’d tracked down the man who’d hurt me, and he’d made him pay.
“Rynn,” Josie called, snapping me out of my swirling thoughts.