Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Impressive, there aren’t many people who can take it like it’s everyday normal.
The driver talks not at all concerned with my missing limbs. “Stone, President of the Sinister Sons MC and Emmalee’s boss. This is my brother, Racer,” he looks to the man in the passenger seat before pushing a button to open the rear hatch. The prospect climbs in and they close it. The back seats are gone leaving him to slide in and hang loose.
“Got a situation,” Stone begins to explain, and I want to laugh, situation is not even the right word. “Emmalee is havin’ a situation. Don’t much like you involvin’ my employee in your shit.”
“Got a history with Emmalee. Saw the video and saw a familiar face,” I elucidate.
“Tripp called down here, explained there is a boy been kidnapped.” He puts on a turn signal and heads away from the airport. “Don’t like the shit, but kids aren’t really an area the Sons step into.”
“That’s my son,” Karma interjects. “He’s not any kid, he’s a Hellion.”
“Yeah, Tripp said that, too.” Stone continues, “Don’t know what you told her or what she said to the woman.”
“What do you know?” Karma jumps in not hiding his aggravation with the idle chit-chat. He wants answers and quick. I get it. This is his only son.
“Had to put things in place once I found out you weren’t just callin’ to try to win back that pussy. Took time to get boys where they needed to be after I talked to Tripp.”
I have to bite back the need to choke him for making it like Emmalee is simple pussy.
“We got eyes on Emmalee’s place. The kid is there. He’s okay. Can’t say the same for everyone else.”
No.
Just no.
This shit is not happening right now. I am not stuck in a van with a stranger driving and being told Emmalee is hurt … or worse. Fuck!
“Not big on games, Stone.” I let him know while looking at Karma who is ready to jump out of this moving vehicle.
Stone laughs unfazed by the two of us. “Not playin’ games. One woman is dead, another has been shot. The boy is fine. I got my other brother Hunter watching them. Got the rest of my club headed back. We were on a run as support so I’m short my guys until they can get back to the area. Hunter was sitting alone with too many unknowns to make a play yet. Once shots were fired, numbers didn’t seem to be against him, he moved in. Sorted what he could of things while I was waiting for your plane to land. Figured we can chat. You hacked our shit?”
His question toed the line between question and statement.
“Technically me, no, but was it for me? Yes,” I explain. “Didn’t hack for gains just information.”
Working relationships are a balance. A give and a take of sorts. In order for him to give me what I need then I have to give him what he wants. I can play this to keep things even … for now.
“The woman on the video with Emmalee. The one with your boy,” he says looking at Karma through the rearview while navigating through traffic and ignoring speed limits. “She’s dead.”
Karma runs his hand through his hair. I don’t know how to process that Anna is dead, I can’t imagine what Karma feels. Did Hollis see it? Didn’t have the best early days myself. That shit scarred my soul. How will this impact Hollis?
“My kid?” Karma inquires the panic rising.
“Told you, he’s okay. There is another woman, he calls her Zizi, she covered him with her body. She’s refusing to let our doc take out the bullet in her stomach until someone the kid knows is here to be with him. We need to put her under, doc says, but she’s refusing. We have the bleeding under control, but bitch is crazy about your son. Won’t let us near him.”
“Fuckin’ Maritza,” Karma says to no one in particular. “She got shot, where is this brother of yours?”
“Where is Emmalee?”
Stone’s face changes. “Hunter is on site with Zizi. Emmalee, that is the unknown. O’Leary came to get her. Something about money from her dad. Which we knew about her dad back when we hired her. Just couldn’t understand why she was in Florida. It didn’t make sense. She worked hard and didn’t bother anyone, so we’ve let her be without asking questions. We have beef with O’Leary on a deal he fucked up. He’s not supposed to come anywhere near Crest. We get to him, we’re gonna handle that. Hunter was alone, I got guys out on a support run, like I told you. We were short. Right now, I got men moving in to help and our doc ready to help the woman and anyone else who needs it. It was my call to make. Hunter saw things escalating and wanted to step in. Too many variables. I told him, make no moves, only watch and keep me posted until I had you two. Didn’t know O’Leary would roll in. Once he did, shit changed. Emmalee left with O’Leary before we could make a play. Hunter took the next steps to access who was left and what was needed. Hunter called our doctor to help Zizi and is waiting for us to arrive.”