Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
“Reese...”
She hesitated with her hand on the handle of the French door.
“Warren comes to your office, you call the cops. No hesitation. Bianchi put them on notice that he may be landin’ in their town. They have his info. So, don’t do anything rash.”
“Like what?”
She knew exactly what. She wasn’t stupid. She had the delusion that being difficult allowed her to keep the power. It didn’t. “Like stun gun him. ‘Cause the second you release that trigger, he’s gonna get up on his feet and teach you a lesson you don’t wanna learn. Promise you that.” His jaw got tight with the possibility of her putting herself at risk because she was stubborn.
“I’m aware of what he’s capable of. I saw it firsthand.”
“Seein’ it and havin’ it done to you are two different things. You hear me?”
Her pretty mouth went tight. “I hear you.” She went inside and closed the door behind her.
“Yeah, right.” Deacon shook his head and turned to stare down through the woods. “Hearin’ and listenin’ are two different things, too.”
Judge released a long, low whistle after Deacon punched the code into the alarm, unlocked the side door and let his cousin into Reese’s house.
The bearded giant was there to pick up someone and at the same time drop off someone.
Deacon would’ve delivered Reilly to Manning Grove himself, but since Reese had his truck, he had no wheels. Instead, he asked Judge to do the swap. And bring him more clothes.
Judge had made it known he didn’t like any of what was going on and Deacon didn’t blame him.
Holing up in a house and hoping that some asshole fugitive showed up wasn’t a normal job or a typical plan for either of them. It kept Deacon away from the office longer than Judge liked, putting more pressure on him to keep the office running.
But Deacon had his laptop and, thank fuck, the house had strong Wi-Fi and enough bars on his cell phone to make or take any necessary calls. He’d do what he could for their business from the house while he waited for Warren to show his face.
He had called Trip early that morning and asked him to arrange an exec committee meeting. When the Fury prez got everyone gathered around the table upstairs in The Barn, they called Deacon and put him on speaker phone so he could explain the current situation and ask the club for help.
Nobody was a hundred percent on board about bringing an outsider to the farm—especially a woman who was the possible target of a psychopath—but Deacon couldn’t figure out a better way to keep her safe without isolating her completely.
Keeping her at The Grove Inn was brought up as a suggestion, but Ozzy was the only Fury member who stayed on that property and he wasn’t always there.
Plus, he liked to get his drink, his high and his fuck on. He wouldn’t be thrilled having to watch a female who none of those three things applied to. Oz wasn’t a babysitter.
In the end, they decided, since Deacon’s apartment was empty with him being in Mansfield, Reilly could stay there until Warren was caught. At least she’d be where someone would least expect, and they could set up some brothers to keep an eye on her on a rotating basis.
It was the best Deacon could come up with and no one had a better idea other than just walking away from this job.
And he wasn’t ready to simply walk away yet, for reasons he didn’t want to admit to them. Or one reason in particular.
When Justice and Jury pushed past Judge, Deacon immediately dropped to one knee, ruffling the dogs’ ears and letting them lick his face. “It’s only been a couple days, you beasts. Know I’m irresistible, but—”
A female voice came from the direction of the great room. “Are they staying?”
He rose to his feet and turned toward Reilly, who sat on the couch with two bags at her feet. “Just one. The other’s goin’ back with you two.”
“I’m pretty sure my sister won’t be happy about having a dog in her house.”
Deacon wasn’t pretty sure, he was damn sure. But he was doing this job his way, whether she liked it or not.
With a wagging tail, Jury ran over to Reese’s younger sister and nudged Reilly’s crotch in greeting.
“Justice is here for two reasons. To keep me company and he’s got great hearin’.”
Reilly petted Jury while doing the obligated baby talk when speaking to an animal with four legs and did the same with Justice when he rushed over to check out the new-to-him person, who might have treats. Though, he wasn’t too disappointed because scratches were almost as good as a snack.
“Reilly, this is my cousin Judge. He’s gonna take you back to Manning Grove and set you up in my apartment.”