Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Genny climbed out only to be tackled by me. I smothered her—for all of a second. She snaked out of my hold and rolled away. Impressive with her leg still in a boot.
“Fuck’s sake, woman, I told you about the cuddling. You want that, your toy boy is over there.” She straightened, and got an armful of Sienna. I threw my arms around them both over her protests.
“Glad to see you’re not dead,” Liam drawled. “Also glad to see why. This bar is the worst safe house imaginable, but apparently it comes with a secret.”
“Course it does,” Genny said, peeling us off. “This exposed piece of crap way out in the middle of nowhere? It’d have to have a secret for me to bother. Gangsters have always ruled Cinco. Back in the Prohibition days, this tavern was a dance club, but the underground room was where the real party happened.
“This place passed down through the family—each member smart enough to keep the basement off any city maps. The last guy remodeled and outfitted the place to withstand...” She gazed around the monument that stood for decades, now reduced to rubble.
“This,” she finished. “The apartment upstairs was just a decoy. I’ve been sleeping down there. Good thing. They found me quicker than expected.”
“They always knew where you were, Genny.” Sunny motioned to her jeans. “GPS chips.”
“What the—?”
“Trust me, you’ll have time to let out that rant, but we’ve got to get out of here,” Sunny said. “You got a change of clothes down there? Put on something that isn’t Caddell. They’ll find out you’re not dead soon enough. Don’t see why we should make it easy for them.”
Genny didn’t argue. She climbed down in her bootlegger bunker, leaving me on top to take my first real breath.
“There’s one last question,” Liam said. Something in his tone wiped away my smile. “If Genny was down there when the bomb went off. Who was upstairs? Whose body did they load in the back of a van?”
None of us had an answer for him.
Chapter Five
Sunny
Genny toweled off her hair, grimacing while doing it. Her shoulder still smarted but what a waste of time it would be to tell her to take it easy. Stretching out on my couch, she plopped her head on my girlfriend’s lap.
“Putting trackers in our clothes for months,” she repeated. “Whoever this guy is, they’re a Liam type of cunning, and it pisses me off.”
“This play was smart,” I said, “but it’s got nothing on what we’re about to do next.”
“What are we about to do?” Sienna asked. “I still say it’s not safe for you guys to keep wearing those trackers, even if you don’t want the Brotherhood to know you’re onto them. They’ve graduated to drugging, murder, kidnapping, shooting, and bombing. They’re not messing around anymore.”
“That’s what I started to say before.” I left the kitchen, carrying a round of beers. Liam, Bane, Genny, and the underaged Sienna got one. My silver-tipped angel just let her head fall back on the couch, sighing through the strain etched in her perfect skin. “We only have to keep the charade going long enough to find their rat in Caddell House. If the trackers all go offline, they’ll know we’re onto them and run. Can’t say how long it’ll take to track down Vito. We’re not losing another one of these brothers in the meantime.”
“What’s the plan?” Bane asked.
I dropped next to Kenzie, tucking her under my arm. She immediately rested her head on my shoulder, murmuring she loved me. I liked that—her loving me. I liked it quite a bit.
“Our dear uncle just came into a couple of homeless shelters. Being the generous altruistic people we are, and to celebrate our new truce, we decide to donate most of our old wardrobe to those in need.”
Liam leaned forward in his seat, expression changing. “Yes. That’s exactly what we do.”
“We keep a couple of the tampered Caddells. Wear them around town while doing business as usual with our guards watching our backs. They’ll have no reason to think we’re dumping the trackers, because we didn’t.
“Naturally, we’ll need new wardrobes, so we put in a massive order.” Now they were all leaning in. Kenzie turned her head up to me. Gen raised hers. They were rapt. “Jackets, pants, belts, dresses—everything and a lot of it. With all those clothes to tamper with, it’ll give dozens of opportunities to catch the bastard in the act.”
I swung to my favorite girl. “That’s where you come in.”
Kenzie blinked. “Me?”
“Yes, you, Candy Nipples.”
Her cheeks flushed. “We talked about the nicknames we keep private,” she hissed.
I popped a kiss on those pursed lips. “We need someone with a legitimate reason to be there, searching out the one who’s doing this. Sienna said fate dropped me on your tent, and I believe it now more than ever.