Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“The letters, Diana, it could all fit,” Hawk said.
“She’s not here. I’ve got Nikki here and a couple of women from the club are here as well.”
“Keep her there. I’ll find out where Melanie is, and I’ll take care of this.”
“Okay,” Darlene said. “Be safe.”
With that, he hung up and put a call through to the club. Dan was the one who picked up first.
“What’s up, Boss?” Dan asked.
“Is Melanie there?”
“Yeah, she sure is, dancing on the pole. Do you want me to get her?” he asked.
“No. I want you to take her down to the basement and tie her to a chair.”
“Uh, Hawk, man, what?”
“Do as I say, and do it now,” Hawk said. “I’m on my way.”
He climbed onto his bike and headed back to the clubhouse. Melanie would have known where Nikki was, especially as she liked to visit the salon. She always liked to look her best for the men. That was what she told him, repeatedly.
How could he have been so stupid? Melanie had been a good woman, and he thought she had been happy with the club, but clearly he’d gotten it wrong. There was time to fix this so she didn’t hurt anyone else.
He thought about the latest bunch of receipts he had just gone over, and funnily enough, he hadn’t even questioned the order for rat poison. They lived at the clubhouse, out in the middle of nowhere, there were rats and mice. They never got any in the club, but they always had rat poison. Why hadn’t he questioned it?
His father had started to accept the order for that shit as well. It had been strange to see. Normally he allowed the guys to take care of shit like that with shooting the damn things. Why would he suddenly start allowing rat poison to be purchased?
Arriving at the clubhouse, he parked his bike and saw Dan was already outside. He gave him a nod and then walked in. Hawk didn’t waste any time. He went straight down to the basement, where he could already hear Melanie begging for her life.
“Please, one of you, just talk to me. This is making no sense. Please, please, what is going on?” She tried to fight against the restraints of the chair.
She was sobbing and her perfectly made-up face looked a mess. Tears had ruined her foundation, and her mascara had run down her cheeks. She looked so panicked, so terrified.
The moment she saw him, she looked a little relieved.
“Hawk, what is going on? Why is this happening? I don’t understand.”
“You don’t?”
She tried to wriggle free from the binds around her wrists. “Please, what is going on? I didn’t do anything. What is this about?”
He folded his arms and looked at her.
“You want to tell me what the notes were about?”
“Notes? What notes? Hawk, please, I don’t get it. I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve had nothing to do with notes. This isn’t funny. I’ve been damn loyal to this club. I’ve given everything I have.”
“Diana,.”. He glared at her.
Melanie frowned. “What about her?”
“Why did you do it?”
She released a breath. “You told me to. You told me I had to go and slap some sense into her. I did what you asked. You wanted her gone, and she left town, didn’t she?”
“She’s dead.”
“What? Did you kill her?” Melanie asked.
“No, you did.”
“Hell, no. I slapped her, kicked her, taught her a lesson for messing with your girl, but I didn’t kill her. Diana was very much alive when I left, and I’ve not gone back there since.”
“Rat poison. Why did you order it?” He’d catch her in the lie.
“Rat poison? What the fuck is all of this? This isn’t funny. I didn’t kill Diana, and what the fuck has rat poison got to do with anything?”
“You ordered it.”
“I didn’t order shit. There is only one person in this club that is allowed to order anything, and it’s not me.” Melanie wriggled in her chair and then stopped and frowned. “What?”
Now, Hawk was confused.
“Diana’s dead and you’re asking about rat poison, right?” Melanie asked.
“I’m the one asking the questions.”
“Hawk, man, you’ve got to get to Nikki’s and you’ve got to get to her right now.”
“What did you do?” Hawk asked.
“Not me. Sandy.”
Hawk stared at her. “What?”
“It’s Sandy, she must be the one that killed Diana. Your dad put Sandy in charge of ordering shit for the club, especially when your mom started to get sick. She is the one who knows what we need, and the only person who could put in an order for rat poison.”
“It’s Sandy,” Hawk said.
“If you don’t believe me, check the receipts. Sandy was given a special card when your mom was sick. She was so damn proud of herself that your dad trusted her and no one else. That’s who you need to talk to. Not me, Sandy.”