Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Law enforcement had groupies similar to rock stars. Only instead of groupies, they were labeled badge bunnies or holster sniffers.
The problem with hooking up with one of them, even in a pinch, was they were clingy as fuck because they wanted a lot more than a quick bang or to give a blowjob.
They wanted the whole shebang. The ring, the white picket fence and the two-point-five kids. Then when they were sick of being married to a cop—because it was never a picnic—it turned into the same old horror story.
Crew was a good example of that since he lost over half of everything he worked for over the past twenty years. His dreams of retiring any time soon had vanished along with his home, his SUV and more than half of his pension.
“Well, some of us are real cops,” Fletch answered. “The rest are questionable.”
“I only play one on TV,” Finn announced.
“Truth is, you’d make more dough playing the role of a cop as an actor than actually being one,” Nox said.
“Ain’t that the fucking truth,” Rez muttered.
“Who’s next?” Fletch asked. It sure as fuck wasn’t going to be him. He didn’t believe in ghosts, but he also wasn’t stupid.
Yeah, screw that, he wasn’t taking any risks. If the building was haunted, then let everyone else figure it out first.
Nox answered with, “The sergeant at arms should be next. He should be in there protecting our president.”
“From what, spirits? Fuck that. If something happens to him, we can easily replace him,” Rez said with a shrug. “It only takes a vote.”
“I don’t think he’s kidding,” Finn said.
“Because I’m not,” Rez answered.
“I heard that!” came from inside the building. “As your prez, I’m ordering all your asses inside!”
Jamison didn’t get the response he wanted, instead he got laughter.
Crew sighed and glanced around the group. “I’ll go in. I’m not a pussy like the rest of you.”
“At your age, you’re closer to death than the rest of us, too!” Decker yelled at Crew’s back as he disappeared inside.
“Fuck you. I’m only forty-one. I’m in my prime and not close to being six-feet under,” came from inside the door.
“Prime?” Decker released a loud hoot. “I bet your ex-wife would prefer you just lay down and take that eternal rest.”
“That’s why I refuse to die until I’m at least a hundred. Just to bug the shit out of her. And after that I plan on haunting her for eternity.”
Fletch laughed. “Living that long will only mean decades more of you paying alimony.” He glanced at everyone else still standing on the sidewalk. “C’mon. Let’s go in before Jamison has a fucking meltdown.” Since he was second in command, he needed to assist their fearless leader like a good VP would. “Plus, we’re standing out here wearing our damn cuts like sitting ducks.”
Finn’s head turned on a swivel. “Then, it makes sense why Axel chose this particular location over a more populated area.”
Finn was right. The building was off the beaten path with no retail stores or residences nearby. It would be a quiet location since most of the industry previously in the area had moved or shut down. They wouldn’t catch much attention going in and out with their bikes and cuts, or even with the occasional cruiser or unmarked unit.
Jamison might be smarter than Fletch gave him credit for. “Let’s get in there before we lose daylight.”
“The windows are boarded up, genius, daylight isn’t going to do shit,” Rez said.
Fletch slapped his back with, “If we open the doors, it’ll help, genius.”
Yanking off his sunglasses, he stopped short the second he stepped inside. Once his eyes adjusted, he could start to make out basic shapes. Like his club brothers and more solid items that might crack a shin. He only hoped the floors would hold their weight.
After folding up his wrap-around sport sunglasses he wore when riding, he tucked them into the neckline of his shirt and pulled his cell phone from the back pocket of his jeans. He turned on the flashlight app as did anyone else coming in behind him and not carrying a flashlight.
With phone in hand, Fletch turned in a circle, taking in everything he could see in his immediate radius.
For fuck’s sake, the interior was even worse than the outside. And as dark as it was inside, he was afraid of what it would look like once the building had power and they could actually see the details.
Jamison appeared from the shadows. “I went through and propped open every door I could find to give us a little more light.”
“How many doors are there besides the front?” Fletch asked.
Jamison counted them off on his fingers. “One out back that leads to a brick patio that’s completely enclosed with a six-foot wood privacy fence. I found a second door along the side that leads out to stairs that’ll take us to the second and third floors.”