Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
He didn’t say another word, not that I blamed him. Because Mark didn’t remove that blade from his mouth. He kept it there while Tango eyed the boy.
“Who do you work for?”
“I’m a prospect for the Ghosts of Chaos,” the boy whimpered.
I looked at Scorpion. Nothing showed on his face, but I knew what he was thinking. We’d definitely been dragged into the problems Johnston had because the Ghosts of Chaos MC had recently been causing a lot of problems for the mother charter. We’d known it was going to happen, but now we were eyeballs deep in it.
Wouldn’t be long before it was threatening to drown us.
Fuck.
“Good boy,” Tango crooned. The boy sniffled. “Why is our club being targeted?”
The Ghosts of Chaos MC used to be a clean club. They didn’t dabble in the shit we did. They worked hard and repped the whole Blue Lives Matter shit. I didn’t know what changed, but I had a feeling we’d find out tonight.
“P-Pressure,” the boy stuttered, clearly terrified. But it was clear he thought answering Tango’s questions and dying fast was the easiest way to go. He was at least a smart kid. Too bad he made the decisions he did. Prospecting for the Ghosts of Chaos would cost him his life. “Prez formed a d-deal with the R-Russians,” he said, tripping over himself.
I gritted my teeth, my hand curling into a fist at my side. My fucking cigarette was done, and I tossed it to the floor, stomping it out with my boot. Dammit, this was the last fucking thing we needed.
“Fuck,” Scorpion whispered so low, the only reason I heard him was because he was standing right next to me.
The Russians were going to be a fucking problem. If they were pressuring the Ghosts of Chaos to start a war with us, they wanted our territory and our power. It would be a bloody war. And the chances of coming out alive were slim as fuck. This put everyone connected to us in danger—our women and other clubs.
“Why target our clients?” Tango asked the boy, his voice calm and soothing. I hated to admit it, but I was getting soft for the boy. It was clear he was terrified as fuck and hadn’t wanted to do any of this. Especially when I thought about his reactions to the older man he got caught with. He’d been scared.
But none of that changed what he’d possibly done to Sophia.
“T-To take away a m-money resource.” Made sense. We did rely heavily on our security firm when gun and drug sales were low.
“What do the Russians want with us?” Tango asked him. The boy sniffled, crying heavily now, his chest heaving. Tango slid his fingers into the boy’s hair, scraping his nails along his scalp. “Easy. Breathe for me. You’re doing so good.”
The boy drew in ragged breaths, snot running down his face. “Your territory and c-connections,” the boy cried.
Shit. That meant this was going to drag in the Savage Crows, the fucking Sons of Hell, and the goddamn Mexican cartel, too. This was going to be absolute carnage. Alejandro Garcia was just as bad as Johnston, and he had a fuck ton more manpower than all the clubs we were connected to combined.
Alejandro was going to make this shit look like World War III.
Tango used his shirt to clean the boy’s face of snot and some tears. The boy hiccupped. “Can you tell me who broke into the bookstore and attacked the woman who worked there?”
The boy sobbed. “I begged them not to,” he cried. “Is she o-okay? I was s-so sick,” he sobbed.
My heart clenched for him all while my blood boiled in my veins at the mention of what happened to Sophia. How much she’d suffered because of greedy assholes with no fucking morals.
“She’s okay. Got a long way to heal, but she’s coming along just fine,” Tango assured him.
“H-him,” the boy choked, jerking his head the tiniest bit toward the man next to him. “And the VP,” he choked out. “I was supposed to go, but they thought I-I’d be a l-liability,” he whimpered. “I got l-locked in a-a—” He choked on his words.
Fuck. He was just as much of a victim as Sophia. What the fuck? What was the point of him being part of this if he didn’t want to be in it?
“A what, baby boy?” Tango asked softly, still scraping his nails along the boy’s scalp. “Go on. Tell me.”
“A d-dog cage,” he sobbed. “Pa always p-puts me in one when I g-get mouthy or d-do something he doesn’t l-like.”
A dog cage.
A fucking dog cage.
“Goddammit,” Scorpion snarled, his voice carrying through the otherwise empty room, making the boy jump. Tango soothed him.
“Why are you prospecting if they treat you like that?” Tango asked the boy. I could see the tension riding his shoulders, the anger brewing in his blue eyes. Shit—Tango was connecting with the boy. Which was surprising considering he was the sickest mother fucker out of all of us—even Gidget. He didn’t attach to others well. It had taken him months to really begin trusting us.