Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
“Okay. I got shit.” He sets the monitor down in front of Axel who’s staring at me like he wants to beat my face in, same as I did to Rip.
Frosty takes a breath, unable to hide his excitement. “I was able to hack the FBI database. Now, they were on it and blocked me fast, but they have a live witness, in protection.”
“Who?” Blade and I both say.
“I couldn’t get the name and location before they shut me down. But you guys are helping the Prez of the Sinners. They can help us.” He walks to the minifridge and grabs a Red Bull.
“Lodestar.” He says this like all of us should understand his ramblings. Frosty’s a genius and a brother, but sometimes I want to strangle him.
“Frosty. The fuck are you saying? What’s a Lodestar?”
He cracks the tab of the can and slugs it like water. “Besides me, probably the best hacker I’ve ever seen.” He looks around at us. “She can get in. Lodestar can get us the name and more.”
“So, Lodestar is the Sinners’ hacker?” Blade looks at him.
“Yeah, kind of. I mean, yeah.”
“Frosty, I’m not happy. You’re suggesting we trust someone who’s not a Disciple?”
“I don’t like it,” I grumble, looking over his head at the monitor that’s focused on the driveway. Roddy is getting out of his silver Lincoln, waiting for a black Maserati to stop.
“And they’re here.” I light up a cigarette and walk over to grab a bottle of Irish whiskey. “Did you get me the information I wanted?” Clamping my teeth on the tip of a cigarette, I dump some coffee out in the trash to make room for a good amount of whiskey in the 7-Eleven cup.
Frosty nods, pushing his black-rimmed glasses up. “Yeah, her dad is in deep financial trouble. He’s lost a big portion of his empire to the Chinese. He’s definitely blackmailing the husband with pictures of him with numerous men so that he’ll stay married to Julianna. Apparently, with her husband’s name and wealth, that will satisfy the Chinese. He also needs money to back his son, who’s up for reelection. Julianna has a lot of vipers in her life, but I don’t see a connection.”
My heart thuds. No wonder she came to me. She knows I’ll never let anyone hurt her. I’d easily die for her. Unfortunately, I’m also probably gonna hurt her, so I can’t decide what’s worse.
“Keep watching all of them. The timing doesn’t sit right.”
“Yeah, but why? We don’t know any of them, besides her.” Frosty downs the rest of the Red Bull and tosses the can in the trash.
“I don’t know, Frosty. It could be many things. Watch them,” I snap.
“The fuck? Are you actually suspecting Julianna?” Rip explodes as Axel stands up to hold him back.
“This is fucked. She loves him, and he’s thinking her family is somehow involved with his fuckup from ten years ago,” he yells over Axel’s shoulder.
“Rip, either you calm your shit, or Axel will remove you,” Blade spits out as he sits looking at me strangely.
“You don’t trust her?” He cocks his head.
“It’s not Julianna I don’t trust. Her showing up needs to be looked at.” Do I feel guilty having Frosty dig and spy on Julianna? Not even a little. I want to know everything he can find on her.
Edge stands to let Roddy and Jett in. He hasn’t said a word, but much like Rip, he lets his emotions rule him. It’s why he spent time in jail.
Blade still looks at me, frowning, but motions for the Irish whiskey as Roddy walks in with a tall man, maybe my age, with dark hair, but that’s where all similarities stop.
Jett Powers is nothing but a fucking pretty boy in an expensive suit. Except this pretty boy reminds me a lot of Axel—they’re smart, and you don’t want to fuck with them.
“Jett, this is Jason McCormick, the president of this fine club.”
Blade arches an eyebrow at Roddy but stands and shakes Jett’s hand. Roddy then turns to me.
“And this is Ryder, he’s the…” He clears his throat. “Well, he’s Ryder.”
Jett grins at Roddy and moves to shake my hand, his blue eyes sharp as if he knows all my secrets, but doesn’t care.
His handshake is firm. Yeah, Roddy was smart to bring him in.
“Over there is Axel Fontaine, the VP.”
“Ah, Axel, I know Rhys Granger, and I’ve been friends with Rafe for years.” Axel gives Rip a reassuring pat on the chest as he walks over, and I almost smirk. Axel despises anyone mentioning Granger, and he really hates Rafe.
“Granger’s my brother-in-law,” he says dryly, shaking his hand.
“So.” Jett flashes us a million-dollar smile. “I’ve been brought in to see if I can help. I’ve looked over all the documents. The way I read everyone’s statements, this did not happen. And therefore, there is no case.” He sits down, unbuttoning his suit, leaning back to look at us.