Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Travis shot him a glare, and Kennedy started to giggle.
Causing me to smile.
“Shh,” I whispered. “Travis is in a shit mood lately.”
Her eyes turned my way, wide and surprised because she knew damn well that Travis could hear every word we said.
“I think now’s the time we talk about hiring more people,” Baylor piped up, ignoring Kennedy’s giggling. “Without Dante here to help and Tate Casey in jail for the next three years, we need to hire more manpower.”
My brows rose.
That was news to me.
I’d wondered where Tate was the last few weeks I’d been working again, but I hadn’t had enough time to ask any of them where he was. I’d just thought he was on vacation.
He did that a lot. Sometimes he was gone for months at a time while he rode off into the sunset on his bike, and then he’d show up a month, sometimes two, later wearing a much happier smile.
“What the fuck is he in jail for?” I barked, leaning forward.
All eyes turned to me.
“Shit,” Travis said, scratching his beard covered chin. “I thought you would’ve heard.”
I shook my head. “Nobody talks to me anymore. They think I’m scary.”
That earned another giggle from Kennedy, and I wrapped my hand around her ponytail and tugged lightly.
“Quiet, woman.”
She didn’t turn to me, but I could see the small smile on her face.
“He was making a pick-up two blocks from the club and drove up on a couple gang members raping a woman. A girl, really. You know how he is about that.”
I winced.
Tate Casey was the gentlest man you’d ever come upon…unless it involved females.
Nobody knew the full story, but we’d all seen the light switch on in his brain over the years that we’d been working with him.
There was this one time, while we were doing a recovery together that had gone late—later than we expected, anyway—and we’d been there when the couple had arrived home.
Since we’d been in an area of the yard with our lights off that was fairly deserted, they didn’t see us as they pulled in. Further, they didn’t see us at the back of the lot as they opened the trunk of their car and yanked a little girl out.
A girl who’d been kidnapped earlier in the day.
And that same light had gone off in Tate’s eyes as I’m sure had when he’d seen that girl being raped by the gang members.
“Goddammit,” I rumbled, standing up and putting my hands on my head. “How long is he in for?”
“He got eight years, but due to his…errm…circumstances, he got a lighter sentence. Something much lower than he could’ve gotten for beating two teenagers to death. He has the possibility for parole in three years. My guess is that he’ll get it.”
I looked at Travis, knowing that he knew more than the rest of us. But I didn’t press. If he wanted to share, he would have. Whatever he knew, it must’ve been big, because the guys in this office were a bunch of gossips. You couldn’t keep a secret in this place to save your life.
“Well, fuck,” I said. “That fucking sucks.”
“I’m open for suggestions on hires if y’all have any,” Travis groaned. “Goddammit, I’m tired. This shit is for the birds. Dante used to handle this part of the operation. All I had to do was drive a truck when I was needed and do the fucking taxes on time.”
I thought about people that I knew who were up for the crazy, and sometimes life threatening, job of an auto recovery agent, and I could only come up with one man.
“I know one man. He’s here for the next six months for some operation—which I’m not privy to so don’t fucking ask—and then he’ll be gone. But he used to be in the Army with me, and he’s a good man.”
“Who?” Travis asked.
“The dark, creepy motherfucker who I’ve seen hanging around the club lately?” Reed questioned, perking up at hearing someone that someone was around to help out, which would give him more time to visit his lady who was hours away where his other brother, Tobias, lived now.
I grinned. “That’s him.”
“Ask him,” Travis ordered immediately. “As long as the two jobs don’t interfere with each other, that’s perfectly fuckin’ fine.”
“I know a SEAL…well, an ex-SEAL…named Brock,” Baylor started. “I might have to dig him out of the bottle first, but he’s around.”
“Ask him,” Travis said. “I’m not being picky at this point. I’d ask Mom and Dad to get some fuckin’ sleep at night at this point.”
I snorted.
Travis grinned.
Tobias and Baylor started to laugh.
Kennedy looked at me in confusion.
“Travis’ parents are the sweetest, kindest people in the world. They fronted Dante the money to start this business fifteen years ago—when he was just twenty-five—but they’d never be able to take someone’s car away from them,” I explained to her.