Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“She found a chip off a diamond. Got to be worth nearly twenty grand. Whatever they’re sellin’, it’s fuckin’ expensive.”
“No wonder Clara wanted to steal somethin’ from him if a chip alone is worth that much.”
“Bigger than I thought it was.” I grunt. “Not good.”
“We could make a deal with him. See if we can give him somethin’ he wants in exchange for information on Clara.”
“What the fuck could we possibly offer him that he couldn’t get on his own?”
“Wesley,” Spike murmurs. “We have worked out he is in some deep shit, judgin’ by the fact that Janine gave him the diamonds she found, I’d guess it is somehow connected to Marshall. He’s hidin’ from someone, and we know for a fact he has somethin’ that might interest them. We hand him over in exchange for information on Clara.”
It’s not a fucking bad idea.
Wesley is a piece of shit scumbag, and it wouldn’t bother me at all to hand his ass over. The problem is, we have to find him. He’s making that hard, and the only thing we’ve managed to find out is that he’s in hiding, and if I were to guess, I’d say Spike is right—he’s hiding from Marshall.
“How the fuck do we find him?”
Spike grins. “I’m certain we could draw him out if we had Marshall on board ...”
“Marshall don’t play nice; the chances of him workin’ with us are slim to none.”
Spike shrugs, grinning at Skye who is chewing the chain now. “Maybe, but it’s better than nothing.”
He’s right.
It is.
Now we just have to get Jackson to agree.
“GOD DAMMIT, YOU JUST had a baby, take it easy,” Addison calls, a huge smile on her face as she looks across the bar to where Spike and Ciara are dancing.
Ciara shoots her a smile and continues grinding against Spike in a way that should be illegal.
“Give them a break, baby.” I chuckle. “They’re livin’ the dream.”
Rolling her eyes, Addi turns back to me and slides onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I know a good bar out the back.”
“Fuck me,” Jackson grunts. “The lot of you need to do this shit elsewhere.”
Serenity giggles beside him. “He’s just jealous. You all enjoy yourselves.”
“Keepin’ the legs closed, princess?” Muff asks and Serenity giggles.
“No, but Grandad is getting old now so he needs more sleep.”
Jackson’s eyes flash, and in a second he is up and out of the booth, throwing her over his shoulder as she squeals with delight. “I’ll show you Grandad, baby. You’ll be takin’ that back in a fuckin’ second.”
“Ew,” Addi buries her face into my neck. “Tell me when it’s over.”
Before I can answer her, I see Spike pulling Ciara off the dance floor, striding toward us with a determination that has my senses sparking to life. His eyes are on something, or someone, and he looks concerned. Turning, I see a face I haven’t seen in a long fucking time walking toward us, eight men trailing him.
Marshall looks the same as he did all those years ago, only older.
His brown hair is the same style and cut, and his eyes are the same empty black. His skin, always pale, is slightly more dehydrated than it used to be. He’s a big man, bulky and strong, but it’s his evil presence that gets most people in line. He would shoot us down in this bar without even blinking. That’s the kind of fucking monster he is.
“Take the girls, find Jackson, and do not fuckin’ come out until I tell you to,” I growl into Addison’s ear as I shove her off my lap.
She looks confused as she turns and stares at Marshall.
“Now,” I bark.
She moves quickly, as do the guys, and, in a moment, they’re gone. Not feeling a single ounce of relief, I stand and turn just in time to see Marshall stop in front of me. He was always taller than me, but over the years he doesn’t seem as strong. His muscle tone has faded, but I know damn well he doesn’t need it. He’ll fight dirty, he always has.
“Long time, Cade,” he murmurs, his voice scarily calm. “No need to send the ladies away, I’m not here to cause problems. Yet.”
The last word, and the way it rolls off his tongue, has my spine straightening. Spike is beside me, his presence overpowering, and Muff steps in on the other side. The guys at the other table are already up and behind us, ready for a fight. We outnumber him, but he’s not even close to looking scared.
“Tell your dogs to sit down, I’m here to talk.”
Spike flinches beside me, but he turns and waves a hand, and everyone sits.
“What the fuck do you want?” I growl.
Marshall grins. “You and I both know why I’m here, let’s skip the dramatics. Do you want to tell me why your little woman was scoping around on my turf?”