Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Keys,” I called to Doe who didn’t hesitate to toss them to me.
“I’ll watch after Bo,” she said with a sad smile.
King and I jumped into Ray’s truck as the sound of Bear’s bike rumbling to life filled the cab as we took off down the road. I drove while King stuck his head out the passenger seat window, looking at the road for any sign of where Dre might have been taken.
“Do we even know where we’re going?” King asked.
“No, but whoever took her couldn’t have gone too far,” I said. At the end of the road, Bear pulled up alongside us and pointed left, turning that way. I took off in the other direction, pressing my foot on the gas until it hit the floor.
We’d just rounded the corner when we spotted a car parked in the middle of the street. It sped off as we approached, but then something else caught my attention on the road ahead.
No, not something.
Someone.
I slammed my foot on the brake and yanked the wheel to the left. The truck flipped over onto its side. King came crashing against me. As the truck skid across the road, I wasn’t thinking about the metal twisting and crumpling in all around us. My thoughts were on the piles of black hair and pale skin lying in a heap the middle of the road.
I just hoped I hadn’t turned too late.
CHAPTER TWO
Preppy
“Well friends,” I started, leaning against the wall in King’s shop. “This is the fun part of the evening where we get to meet and discuss who’s trying to fuck with us and all the ways they need to die.” I unsheathed the knife strapped to my belt and began cleaning it with a rag although it was already spotless and I could see my reflection in the blade.
Dre was passed out upstairs. She was scraped up, but nothing was broken. She’d be okay.
Thank fucking God she’d be okay.
Bear sat on the rolling stool King used when he was tattooing. He shook an errant hair from his eyes and made a steeple with his hands, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. “I’ve always said that the best way to eliminate an unknown threat, is to start by taking out the known ones,” he said in his serious biker voice. The same one he used with his brothers when the shit hit the fan.
“So let’s make a list,” King suggested. His massive frame took up every available inch of the leather sofa. His knees spread wide apart. “Anyone who even has even a little reason to want to cause us or our families harm.”
“Then what?” I asked, my head still pounding. I pinched the bridge of my nose.
Bear shrugged. “Then we kill everyone on it.”
“Agreed,” King said, crossing his arms over his chest. “By removing all of the threats against us, no matter what the reason. Chances are that we’d also remove the one who tried to get to Dre.”
“Process of elimination,” I said, rolling the idea around in my head, liking it more and more as it took hold in my brain. “Although, I don’t think mass murder is how that process usually starts.”
Bear snickered.
“Dre doesn’t have anyone after her, so this is definitely something related to me,” I said.
“What about that other guy Dre was with when you first met her?” King asked. “The one you didn’t kill.”
“Eric,” I said, hating the way his name sounded out loud. “Before Dre even left the first time I tracked him down, but I was too late. Fucker was already dead.”
“Good,” King said. “So he’s out. Who else?”
Bear cleared his throat. “We finally got a location on the coroner who signed off on your death certificate. There’s no way he wasn’t on Chop’s payroll. Plus, the bitch ran shortly after the news that you were alive started to make the rounds through town. He thought he could hide from us, but he thought wrong. Smoke tagged him in a public housing complex in Fort Romig, just a thirty minute ride down the coast.”
“Close enough to make him a suspect for last night too,” I pointed out.
King sneered and cracked his knuckles. “Motherfucker should have run further.”
I nodded. “He’s on the list.”
“The guy at the funeral home who was covering for Chop, who told us that open casket wasn’t an option because of some shit about an embalming mishap? He’s been taken care of courtesy of Jake Dunn,” King said, toying with a buckle on one of the leather belts wrapped around his forearms.
“Thank fuck for that crazy son of a bitch,” I said, taking a swig of whiskey from the bottle and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Who else?” Bear asked. “What about Bo’s mom?”
“Dre is his mom,” I corrected with more bite than I meant to.