Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
All of us, even the prospects, go still. Whatever the fuck happens, we meet it together.
“If this turns ugly, we’re sure as hell gonna be the ones who walk away in the end,” Tank growls under his breath.
“What the fuck is this about?” Eagle-eye shouts. “This is a public road you’re blocking. We’re just out for a little ride.”
A man in a crisp black suit steps forwards, still safely behind the riot shields. He’s broad-shouldered with a cartoonishly square jaw. “I’m Detective Harris, and I’d hold off on filing a complaint until you hear me out if I were you.”
“If you were me, you’d know you just signed your own fucking death warrent,” King snaps. Several of the guys around me nod in agreement.
One of his own tries to hold him back, but Harris walks to the front of the line like he thinks his shit don’t stink and flicks out some papers, handing them over to Eagle-eye. “I have an order from the governor to bring you all in for questioning and identification in relation to the murders that took place at the Red Kite service station.”
“We don’t know shit about that. None of us were there and you fucking know it,” says Eagle-eye.
Harris shrugs. “That’s for the courts and our eyewitness to determine. We’ll need the rest of your little club to come in as well eventually, but this is a good start, don’t you think?”
“Ask Hawthorne how smart taking us on is,” King taunts, standing shoulder to shoulder with Eagle-eye. Harris’s eye twitches, but his expression remains stony. “If he couldn’t do it, your little army surplus parade here sure as fuck won’t either.”
The Hawthorne clusterfuck was before I joined the club, but everyone old enough remembers how Hawthorne was put in his place by the Screaming Eagles those years ago.
Wraith motions to me and Tank. We lean in. “Think. The only two people we know for sure were there when it happened were Gabriel and Kaylee. King visited Gabe last night, so if they really got someone I don’t think it’s him.”
“You think they got Kaylee?”
If Wraith’s jaw was any tighter his teeth would fucking crack. “It would explain why she’s not answering.”
“I’m not saying you’re wrong, but no fucking way she’s flipped so fast,” Tank whispers. “I might not be a genius, but I know people and I trust her.”
“Trust doesn’t mean shit if they play dirty,” Wraith says. “I don’t want to think she’d run straight to the cops either, but we’ve known her what? A couple hours?”
Alpha, a big ass motherfucker who’s shacked up with Eagle-eye’s daughter Faith, drifts closer without taking his eyes off the cops. When he speaks, his lips hardly move. “On my signal, you and your boys charge the front and make as big a fucking distraction as you can. The rear is vulnerable. We’ll blast a hole and get hell out of Dodge. Be ready to follow. Clear?”
I nod. “Crystal.”
Harris gives us a dark look. “Whatever you’re whispering about—”
“Is none of your fucking business. Go home, Detective Harryass,” I yell, leaving my bike and walking his way. Wraith, Tank and several others do the same. “There’s fuckall for you here and if you think you have the manpower to bring us in, you’re a fucking idiot. South Side belongs to the Screaming Eagles.”
“Not for long,” he spits. “I know exactly who you are, Corporal. I believe our witness added you to the short list of people we need to have a good long talk with. Don’t make us do this the hard way.”
I grin, letting all my crazy show as I taunt him. “I left my rank behind long ago. Not my fault if keeping it hard is a problem for you.”
He looks like he just sucked on a lemon, but his expression changes really fucking fast when my gun is right up in his face and he realizes how far away from his own men he’s moved. We’re so close I can see his pupils widen as he stares down my barrel.
The scene explodes around us. Half our crew charge the riot police like fucking wild barbarians, while the other half take the opportunity to blast through the back where only a half dozen cops are standing around their cars.
“Go! Go!” King orders, directing the charge towards the back.
Fuck, this is nearly as good as sex. Adrenaline courses through my veins as I bounce on my toes, keeping my gun on a furious Harris until my intuition tells me it’s now or never. I swing my arm up fast and fire. Harris hits the ground in panic, scrambling like a cockroach back to safety.
The whole street is in fucking chaos. Harris might have brought a lot of men, but they are all green as hell. We’re on our bikes before they can react, with the prospects just ahead of us. This is a hell of a trial by fire. There are many reasons to join the Screaming Eagles, but living a safe, quiet life isn’t one of them.