Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
I got a weird sense of déjà vu from another time a guy wanted to go on a walk with me. I kept that to myself. We walked past the circle of Harleys toward Max’s truck, the vehicle left behind so I could drive myself home.
“Got a call thirty minutes ago,” Shane spoke casually, like it was a good day to go to the beach. He kept strolling along, and I heard a thud behind us. I glanced back, seeing one of the bikers had kicked Moreaux. They circled him.
“Focus here, Mason,” Ghost said.
“We’re on a first name basis? Should I call you Shane?” More thuds were heard from behind us. My pulse spiked. If they killed him, I was a witness.
He clipped out, “Don’t you want to know who called me? Or what the call was about?”
I tried to concentrate, but they were really laying into Moreaux. And I really didn’t want them to kill him when I was here. “Not particularly. I’m thinking the less I know of your business, the better. Also figure the only person who’s got a right to ask those questions is your wife.”
Ghost stopped in his tracks.
I tensed, waiting.
Then he laughed. His whole face transformed. Jesus. Now he looked like a Shane, like a regular kind of guy—just one who was capable of ordering murder. “That’s funny, but no. My wife wouldn’t ask that question unless it has something to do with someone she knows. All bets are off because she’s fucking merciless sometimes. Who called me was a friend of yours.”
I frowned. “What?”
All lightness melted from his tone. He stared at me. Hard. “How do you know Kai Bennett?”
I did a double-take. I’d heard him wrong. “Who?”
We had a conversation.
44
MASON
When I pulled into the courtyard, light shone through every window in my house. Everyone was awake. Sam had called and left a message when they were leaving the hospital, so I knew what I was walking into.
I also knew who was in there.
My conversation with Ghost hadn’t been a long one, but it’d been packed with bombshells. Thinking on it now, another conversation came back to me.
“I thought he would’ve called.”
I hated hearing the pain in Sam’s voice. “Your dad?” I’d asked her.
“Garrett, yeah.” She’d fought off tears. “What’s wrong with me? He doesn’t want to know me… Why couldn’t he have room for two daughters?”
I hated this, all of this, but most importantly, I hated what I was about to do.
I parked Max’s truck off to the side so Logan would be able to pull in when he got here. After this night, I was ready to skewer the rest of the shareholders, but my conversation with Ghost took precedence.
I thought back to it now,
“You’re friendly with the head of the biggest criminal organization in the Northern Hemisphere?” he asked.
I was cautious, every cell in my body telling me I needed to wade through this conversation like I was skating on very thin ice with bombs set to detonate at the first crack. “What did you just say?”
“Kai Bennett. The head of the Bennett mafia family.” Ghost had not been laughing. “He runs the entire Canadian mafia syndicate. How the fuck do you know Kai Bennett?”
He swiftly closed the distance between us, getting in my face. “I was under the impression when you paid for a night to let off steam that it was also your first connect with us. When I asked the reason for that, Stripes told me you might want information on the exact same fucking person who called me out of the blue tonight.” His eyes had flashed. “I’m aware you’ve got a big name and that before that, you and your brother had a reputation around these parts. I don’t give a fuck about any of that, because I live here now too. I’ve got family here. I’ve set down roots. My guys are here. We gutted the last charter. Every single one of my guys, I picked. I trust my brothers. And I get dangerous when it comes to protecting those I love. Are you understanding me?”
Jesus. Fuck. This guy. I gritted my teeth and clamped down on the rage that had built inside of me. “Same, Ghost. Fucking same here.”
“Then why the fuck is Kai Bennett giving me a call on my personal phone?” he asked. “Not long ago, he was considered my enemy. You aware of that?”
I expelled a ragged breath. “Why the fuck would I know that? I’m not in your world.”
“You’re standing in front of me, ain’t you?”
“I was told something about Kai Bennett that led me to believe he was possibly an enemy of mine.” I said it calmly. “He found out. He came to me.”
“I’m listening.”
“He told me it was a lie. That he wasn’t my enemy,” I continued. “He came personally to course correct me. I believed him. Should I not have?”