Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Things are heating up with the Burning Devils. Word is they’re up to their old shit. Changed their MO, though, and now they are boosting cargo from the clubs on their runs.”
Fucking hell. That’s exactly what Prez was about to order me to do.
“Got a big ass shipment headed out next week. With Bridgit so close to her due date, I can’t leave or commit to being Harlowe’s shadow. The position of Road Captain and Captain are still empty, so I gotta send Scout to make up those spots. And I’m beefing up security, so Dax is taking most of his guys.”
“I could help out on the run,” I suggested. I’d already done my time raising my baby girl, so I had no desire to take on the role of father again. Even temporarily.
Mac shook his head. “I only trust you, Scout, or Dax for this assignment, and I need them on the run.”
I glared at Mac but nodded in agreement.
“I haven’t seen her in a few years, but she was always a good kid,” Cat piped up. “She was shy and on the quiet side. It should be pretty easy to keep her safe.”
“Good,” I grunted. “When does the kid get here?”
“Tomorrow,” Scout answered.
“And how long am I stuck with her?”
Mac gave me a hard stare. “Until the job is fucking done, Link.”
1
Harlowe
Pulling to a stop at a red light in a town I’d never been to before—and hadn’t even known existed until yesterday—I glared down at the cell phone perched on my left thigh. My brother liked to tease me about how I always upgraded the day a new model was available, and it galled me to have left my top-of-the-line device behind to bring this piece of crap with me instead. But the burner couldn’t be traced back to me, and that was all that mattered at the moment.
After twisting the volume dial on the radio all the way down, I answered, “For the eleventy-billionth time, I’m fine. Nothing has changed in the past hour except I’m finally a few minutes away from my destination.”
“Thank fuck you’re almost there,” my brother muttered.
It was killing Huntley that he’d put me in the line of fire. I’d been trying to be patient with him being even more protective than usual, but my restraint was already wearing thin. “Once I get to the compound, you need to stop checking in on me so often. Focus on finding the betraying bastard instead.”
I didn’t know many details about what had gone down since they were classified, but I knew enough to figure some of it out myself. Huntley’s team had been deployed on a mission last month. He’d returned a few days after news reports of a military raid that had taken out someone high enough in a terrorist organization to have it splashed all over the media for weeks. I hadn’t thought much of the coincidence until Huntley had called me in the middle of the night and told me to get out of town because the identity of his unit had been compromised, and their families were at risk. His missions were top secret, so if word had gotten out, then someone in the military had betrayed his team.
“I’ll dial it back a bit once I know the Silver Saints have your back,” he promised.
The light turned green, and I shook my head as I pressed down on the accelerator. “I still can’t believe you’re sending me to a freaking motorcycle club for protection.”
“Which is exactly why it’s the safest place for you to go,” he grumbled. “Nobody would ever think to look for you there, and Cat assured me that Kyle and the rest of the guys will make sure nobody can get to you.”
I wasn’t too sure about hanging around an MC clubhouse for the foreseeable future, but I wasn’t going to complain. Not when Cat’s man had been willing to put himself out there on my behalf, and my brother needed to stop worrying about me so he could focus on the problem. “This was definitely the right call. I can already see the gate to the compound, and they even have a guy manning it. On the off chance that someone thought to look for me here, the odds of them actually spotting me should be slim to none.”
“No matter how safe you feel while you’re there, keep your guard up,” he warned.
“I will,” I promised. “I’ll also remember everything you’ve taught me over the years.”
“You better,” he grunted. “Text me daily on this number using our code system, but don’t expect to get regular replies back.”
I didn’t need the reminder since I knew how spotty communication could be when he was deployed, but I wasn’t going to bust his balls over it, considering the situation. “Will do. Be safe, big brother.”