Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Once we’re done, Colt comes out, and I can hear commotion happening at the club. Sirens and yelling, the barking of orders. It is unfolding there, and I know soon, there will be police officers scouring the area looking for the body we just stashed like a bag of old clothes.
“I gotta go back,” Colt says, his eyes fixed in the direction of the clubhouse.
I shake my head, stepping in beside him. “I wouldn’t. If you go back, especially through that gate, they’ll get suspicious. I think you need to wait here. Let Western take care of it.”
His jaw tightens, but he nods.
He knows I’m right.
“Why did someone shoot a random stranger on your land?” I ask.
He glances at me. “Because we’ve got enemies. That fucker came in to negotiate business with us and we’re standin’ in the middle of the yard when suddenly, he’s fuckin’ layin’ dead on the ground. Minute later, Western gets word the cops are on their way.”
“Wow,” I murmur. “That’s ballsy.”
“Fuckin’ is,” Colt growls. “They’ll pay for it.”
“Aren’t the cops going to ask questions when they find no body?”
“No, because we’ll deny there ever was one,” Colt tells me, his eyes still aiming in the direction of the club. “They don’t find it, they don’t have anythin’ to charge us with.”
“We shouldn’t stand here in case they come over and ask questions. It looks suspicious.”
“I can’t be seen here at all,” Colt tells me, when we turn and walk back toward the house. “We need to go inside. If they show up, I wasn’t here, and you’ve got nothin’ to do with the club.”
“The things I could do to you if they showed up,” I mumble.
“I get it, Myla, you’re fuckin’ pissed at me.”
I pause, turning toward him. “You threw away something that mattered to me so yeah, I’m pissed. No, I’m more than pissed, I’m fucking hurt because it was not your place to take from me just because you can’t handle the truth.”
“Not a single thing that comes out of her mouth is the truth. All that diary had was lies and fuckin’ stories. Nothin’ will change what she did.”
I have to tell him.
I know I do.
I just don’t know where to start, and now is certainly not the time.
So, I don’t say anything. I turn and walk inside the house and wait, and, as predicted, about an hour in, a car rolls down my driveway. Colt disappears into a room out the back, and I casually walk outside, picking up a paint brush and a tin as I do to make it look like I’m doing something productive. Two police officers are getting out of the car as I walk down the front steps.
“Ah, hello?” I call, acting shocked to see them.
They approach me. “Sorry to bother you, but we were wondering if you heard any gunshots in the last hour or so?”
I place the tin down, staring at them with shock as I tuck my hair behind my ear. “Gunshots? Has something happened?”
“You’re aware there is a motorcycle club next door?”
“Of course,” I nod then scrunch my face in disgust. “I have to listen to their raging parties all the time. They drive me crazy, but, thankfully, they stay on their side of the fence. Sorry, officer, what is your name?”
“Dave and this is Peter.”
Dave glances at his partner, Peter, then looks back to me. “Did you hear anything?”
“Other than the blaring of sirens and some shouting, no, I didn’t hear anything. Is everything okay?”
“We got a call there was a shooting. Do you have anything to do with the club next door? We noticed a gate in the far corner connecting to this house when we were searching their property,” Dave explains.
I shake my head. “No, I don’t. I’m only here fixing up my aunt’s old house. She passed away a few months back. She was seeing one of the bikers next door, but it was a long time ago. Probably why the gate is there. I honestly couldn’t tell you.”
“So, you don’t go over there? Join in the parties?” Dave goes on, glancing around.
“Absolutely not,” I say, shaking my head, acting as though I’m offended by his question. “Have you seen them? They’re animals. I’m not going to spend time with them. God only knows what they do in that clubhouse. I keep my distance, thank you very much.”
Dave smirks. “You’d do good to keep it that way. They’re not good people.”
I want to correct him, more than anything, but right now all I can do is nod in agreement. He has to believe I have nothing to do with them.
“If you see or hear anything, please give us a call.”
Dave hands me his card.
“Officer?” I ask, fluttering my eyelashes. “Am I safe?”
“I’d keep your doors locked, and don’t interact with them.”