Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“When you see Rix again, tell him I want to talk.” He held out a card. She didn’t take it. There was no way she was helping this man. “Listen, miss, I can make this very difficult for you. Take the card, or I will be forced to make you.”
She glared at him.
He was clearly used to getting what he wanted and she didn’t like that.
Still, she took the card.
He removed his foot, then she slammed the door closed and leaned against it.
What the fuck did Rix have going down?
His club visited him regularly, all without their cuts and sometimes not even on their bikes. She’d allowed herself to become disillusioned, believing he wasn’t a bad biker.
She moved away from the door, she knew she was going to have to talk to Rix. This man, whoever he was, was trouble. She didn’t need to have experienced something like this living in the city to recognize a bad person.
She didn’t look at the name on the card. Stepping into her kitchen, she went straight to her freezer and took out some ice cream. Not exactly the best way to deal with stress or panic, but this was how she was going to deal with this one this time.
Chapter Seven
It had been a long time since Rix buried someone. Today wasn’t exactly the day he wanted to get started back into his life, but the woman who’d tried to infiltrate his club was selling club secrets and there was only one way to deal with a traitor like her.
Night had arranged for her to be locked in a secure location so he could torture all he needed from her. She bore the mark of the capo who had framed him, the very person he intended to kill.
She was supposed to lure him to his death.
Now she was dead.
Even if they were going to recover the body, there was no way anyone would be able to identify it. After she died, he made sure to take her apart piece by piece.
“I’ve got word back to the underboss. He’s going to take care of it,” Night said.
“See that he does.” He removed his clothes, passing them to Night to burn, while he stepped beneath the cold spray of the shower, removing all traces that would link him back to the woman. He was always careful.
He thought about Anna-Beth and quickly pushed her to the back of his mind. He couldn’t think about her right now. Not with another woman’s blood on his hands.
She was everything good about this world, a true angel, while he was all the bad things. He’d been born into darkness.
Killing that woman didn’t fill him with regret. There were no feelings. She’d been a job dealt with swiftly because she’d put the club at risk. In his world, the club would always have to come first.
Cold to the bone, he stepped out of the water to find some fresh clothes waiting for him. He quickly pulled them on.
Night was outside waiting for him. It was dark. He checked the time and saw it was a little after nine. It would be close to midnight before he arrived back home. Anna-Beth had given him a key, while he hadn’t done the same with her. She deserved a key. He still kept her at arm’s length because the club needed him to be strong. He couldn’t trust every person he came into contact with. Even though Anna-Beth was no spy, he couldn’t risk it.
If she saw something one night and she took a chance with his life, he would never forgive himself.
Running a hand down his face, he was pissed off.
“You know, if we moved this along, we could have you back at the clubhouse by the end of the week,” Night said. “It’s where you belong. Not in some fucking town, playing nice with the locals.”
“I’m not going to rush this shit. You know that.” He climbed onto his bike, firing up the engine.
“It’s the girl, isn’t it?” Night asked.
Rix paused and looked at his friend. “Am I going to have a problem with you over this?”
“I got the information you asked for. It’s quite an interesting read. It makes me wonder if you’re going to be taking an old lady once and for all.” He pulled out a file that was in his jacket pocket. “It cost double to get this information.”
“It’ll be worth it.” He didn’t open it up, simply put it inside his own jacket. He missed his leather cut.
There was a lot of stuff he missed.
Could Anna-Beth hack the club life? Would she even want to take a chance with him? There was always a lot of shit to deal with. The problems and pain that were a constant in his world. The dangers. She’d moved out of the city because of fear, and he didn’t know if he could ask her to take another chance with him.