Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Grim pointed his unlit cigarette at me. “If you were any-fucking-one else,” he growled at me, “I’d put a bullet through your skull for this bullshit.”
“She didn’t even show up in the paperwork you gave me,” I snapped, getting agitated, too. “Had she been in that fucking paperwork, I could’ve done my homework on her.”
“He was a kill?” Scorpion asked before Grim could do something—like put a bullet through my skull. When none of us answered him, he heaved a loud sigh. “Well, the reason she doesn’t show up is the same reason Julian doesn’t. The government made her disappear.”
That made sense. Everything I had was technically under someone else’s name in this club, even if I paid for it. I didn’t have a social security number any longer. My birth certificate was absolutely worthless. Under US laws, I was here illegally, and to any government agency, I didn’t exist.
Understandable the same had happened to her.
“How did you find her?” I asked.
Scorpion snorted. “I hacked into the military’s database. How the fuck else would I find her if she didn’t exist otherwise?”
“We’ve got two options here,” Alex spoke up. “We take her out, too, or we keep her here and convince her to keep her mouth shut about Julian and this club. Scorpion, do you think there’s any love lost between her and Stewart?”
“No clue,” Scorpion told him. “That’s something you’ll have to find out on your own. But if she interfered with Julian’s kill…”
Yeah… she might have cared about him. Fuck.
I leaned back in my seat and scrubbed my hands down my face.
The pretty ones were always the most fucking trouble.
CHAPTER 5
Solace
Iwas boiling. I’d never been so angry in my life. Julian mother fucking McKenzie had destroyed everything tonight. Not only would my mother be at home panicking because I wasn’t going to be home on time, which would send her into a spiral that would require more medications and sedatives to keep her calm, but my paycheck to take care of her was gone.
How the fuck was I supposed to cover her care now that Julian had taken out my father? I didn’t have to see his body to know he was dead. There’d been no mistaking that gunshot as I laid on that fucking couch, bound and unable to escape or stop him. The bindings around my wrists and arms were inescapable.
Julian was a pro in every sense of the word, and I hadn’t been prepared nearly enough to take on someone of his magnitude. He’d known my knife was coming without even opening his eyes. Had halted me with his eyes closed, no hesitation in his movement.
I’d been set up for failure from the get-go. I didn’t know where he got that kind of training. The only time I’d seen anyone with that level of skill had been in the training camp my father had sent me to after I graduated. Those people were top-tier assassins. The best of the best of the best. Finding someone else in the game better than them would be near impossible.
I wiggled, trying to get more comfortable on the hard, metal chair Julian had deposited me into, but it was futile. I was tired, my ass was hurting, and my arms and legs were beginning to go numb. Not to mention, the taste of the bandana in my mouth was getting really fucking old.
The door to the basement I’d been left in opened, and three pairs of feet began making their way down the stairs. A light flickered on, and I squinted, momentarily blinded. My eyeballs burned as they tried adjusting to the new lighting. Once I could see, even if my eyes were watering, I took in the three men who’d come downstairs.
Julian was easy to spot with his platinum blonde hair and dark eyes. The man standing to the left of him was wearing the president patch on his motorcycle vest. I’d already known Julian was a patched member of the Savage Crows MC from the file I’d been given on him, which meant the president was more than likely Grim.
No one operated in the field I did and hadn’t at least heard of Grim. He was a cold-blooded man, and he wasn’t afraid to drop the bodies of anyone who got in his way. Whereas Julian and I had been trained by the military, Grim had been trained by the streets.
His presence didn’t bode well for me.
The man standing to Julian’s right was the vice president, Alex. I only knew his name because of his attachment to Grim and the club. Otherwise, I didn’t know a single thing about him.
This had been the group my father had mentioned Julian was tied to. A fucking biker club. A biker club with more connections than the president of the United States himself.