Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
***
This is the second time we’ve been in this room today, and it’s even more crowded than it was earlier. We have six Renegades and three officers from the Farmington Police Department with us now. Needless to say, this time the meeting room is stuffed full.
“First let me start by saying thank you for being here. Secondly, I know we’re all crammed into a really small building, but hopefully, we won’t have to suffer long. We got some news that may mean this will be ending soon.”
I wave a hand to Shadow, who stands from his seat on my right so everyone can see and hear him. “We know that both Kyle “Wrench” Williams, III and Robert Mikaelson are in Farmington. They must be gearing up for something because they only rented one room in a shitty motel on the other side of town.”
Shane Jones, detective and all around good guy, steps forward and lays 8x10 pictures of each of the men on the table, and I seethe at the sight of Bobby Mikaelson. Looking at him reminds me of the night I walked up when he hit Emmalyn, which is bittersweet because she was hit but it was also what brought us together.
“Wrench is former military. I know you guys are familiar with him and his skill set.” Shane points to the husband. “Robert Mikaelson is an insurance salesman from Denver, but our records indicate he does have a history of mental illness.”
“Mental illness?” One of the visiting bikers says.
“It’s not clear exactly what his deal is, but we’re pretty sure he’s psychotic. He has a juvenile history a mile long, and although he hasn’t been charged in any domestic incidences with his wife Emmalyn Mikaelson, we do have one prior report that she recanted on.”
I want to stab someone at the mention of “his wife.”
“He is currently considered a runner because he’s found a girlfriend and she didn’t take too kindly to being hit. She’s filed charges on him. He was arrested but disappeared after he posted bail,” Shane explains.
This is news to me. I regret once again not finishing his ass off before we left Denver with Emmalyn that very next day we met.
“I know you want blood,” Shane continues and looks around the room. “I get it. I’d want the same thing if someone in my family was hurt the way Mrs. Mikaelson was, but we’re here to make sure this goes down with as little bloodshed as possible.”
The grumbling is loud but not disrespectful.
“My guys,” Shane says pointing to the other officers he brought with him. “They appreciate any help you guys can provide, but we need to be in charge to keep this from going dirty and forcing us to involve more parties than we have to.”
“When do we go get them?” one of the renegades asks from across the room.
“We don’t,” I say and stand from my chair. “We wait until they come to us. My girl left Denver to get away from him and hasn’t looked back. She also hasn’t pressed charges for the shit she went through. We need them to make a move on us.”
“Yeah,” he says and cracks his knuckles. “Then we’ll take care of their asses.”
Shane steps forward again. “We need to get them breaking more laws. I can go scoop Mikaelson up right now because he’s in violation of his bond, but he won’t get much time. Unfortunately, domestic assault doesn’t carry as much weight as it should. So we wait and hope they commit a couple felonies when they try to come get her.”
I snap my head to Shane. Shadow hangs his head and places his forehead on his palm.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask my head beginning to pound from the throb of my pulse.
“Our sources say that Wrench has plans for you and Mikaelson is coming to get his wife back,” Shane says.
“He wants her back?” Impossible. The man is crazy.
Shane lowers his voice. “He doesn’t want her back; he just doesn’t want anyone else to have her.”
“That’s all we have for you guys,” Shadow says standing from his chair, effectively dismissing the group of bikers. “The girls have spent most of the day making food. Head to the kitchen and help yourself”
That’s one thing about bikers; you don’t have to tell them twice when to go eat, especially when they’re gearing up for what they would consider battle. I admit that I thought having eighteen bikers and three police officers here was probably overkill, but I’m not taking any chances with Emmalyn. Hearing what Shane just said about Mikaelson’s intentions makes me wonder if I have enough.
Scorpion walks up to me and slaps me on the back. “All of this over your woman?”
I laugh. “It’s not that simple.” But it really is. I wouldn’t be this geared up for anyone else like this.