Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“And?” Beast asks.
“Wall-to-wall guns. AKs. Russian military. Caches from ATF busts.”
I lean forward. “Olicheckoff has the ATF in his pocket?”
“One or two agents.”
Beast folds his arms across his broad chest. “The driver you got the information from, he got loose lips?”
“Not unless you’re familiar with a Ouija board.”
“You killed him?” Beast asks.
“He tried to run. Couldn’t let him run back to whoever is behind this and bring heat to the Rattlers. As it stands, no one knows it was us who intercepted the shipment.”
“Did he give you anything before he died?”
“No. Just started shooting and running.”
“And the truck?”
“Bottom of Hangman’s Bayou.” Hammer rises from his chair. “But while you were enroute, we came across a second shipment. Another truck. Full of guns. Headed for Miami.”
“Did you speak to the driver or is he dead too?” Beast asks.
Hammer grins. “Why don’t you ask him yourself?”
Beast and I watch Hammer walk toward a side door leading out of his office.
“You mean he’s here?” I ask, Beast and I leaving our chairs to follow him.
Hammer swings open the door, and it opens into a poorly lit supply closet where a bloody and beaten man sits tied to a chair. His eyes are closed. His head slumped forward. His blood-stained shirt stretched across his belly.
“Merry Christmas, boys,” Hammer says.
“What happened to him?’ Beast asks.
“Razor can be very creative in retrieving information.”
Razor is the Devil’s Rattlers enforcer.
I check the man’s pulse. “A little too creative.”
“Oh shit, he’s dead?” Hammer sounds surprised.
“As dead as can be,” I reply.
Hammer chuckles. “Razor can get a little enthusiastic.”
“He say anything?” I ask.
“A lot of no, stop, I don’t know anything.”
I run a hand across the back of my neck. I could’ve gotten information out of him. Before I killed him.
“Doesn’t change the fact though, boys,” Hammer says.
“Which is?” I ask.
“You’ve got a Bratva problem.”
The Rattlers’ clubhouse bar is busy when we leave Hammer’s office.
Bear, Axe, Zac and Gambit are already enjoying the beginnings of the patch-over party with the other bikers and a few club girls. Music seeps from the speakers. Beers are pulled. Whiskey spilled. Nicotine and weed thick in the already heavy air.
This is when business ends and the fun begins.
Hammer reappears with a girl under each arm, both very beautiful and very underdressed.
One of them sweeps her gaze up and down the length of my body, then gives me a big smile.
“What do you think, Enforcer?” Hammer says with a grin. “Time to party?”
CHAPTER 27
Lars
“I’m going to have to pass,” I tell Hammer.
I don’t plan on sticking around for the patch-over party.
Which is weird as fuck for me.
Usually I throw myself headfirst into all the pleasurable indulgences a patch party has to offer. Liquor. Music. Pussy. Lots of pussy.
But when one of the girls Hammer is with slides over to me, I feel my body stiffen with disinterest.
“Come on baby, let’s you and me get a drink and have some fun,” she says, sliding her arms around my waist.
But I untangle her from me. “Not tonight, sweetheart.”
“Go on,” Hammer encourages. “This one is on me.”
Meaning he’s paying.
But I’m not interested. “I’m gonna have to take a raincheck.”
The redhead pouts, but it’s fake. “You don’t like redheads, baby? Or perhaps you prefer your redheads with a side of blonde?” She tips head toward her blonde friend. “Maybe the three of us can party together?”
“That’s a sweet offer, but not this time.”
I’m turning down a threesome.
Not sure I’d ever see the day.
Hammer picks up the blonde, and she squeals with delight when he slaps her on the ass and then disappears with her into his office.
The redhead gives me an enticing grin. “If pussy is a problem, I brought my strap on. I don’t mind if you prefer cock, baby.”
I chuckle. “That won’t be necessary.”
She leans in and brings her lips to my ear. “They pay me twelve hundred an hour, and I’m worth every penny.” She slides her hand under my T-shirt and runs her hand over my abs. “But I’d happily fuck you for free.”
Again, I have to untangle her from me.
“Don’t take it personally, babe. There was a time when I would’ve jumped at the chance. But things have changed and it ain’t happening.”
Realizing she’s not getting anywhere with me, she rolls her eyes and walks away, muttering, “Pussy.”
I scan the room. Gambit is playing pool with the Rattlers enforcer, a safe distance from any club girls. Married and loyal to his old lady, he’ll enjoy the hell out of this party but won’t mess with any of the women.
At the bar, Zac and Bear are doing whiskey shots with a couple of club girls, while Axe already has his face buried in Jukebox Girl’s gorgeous tits.
Blowing out a breath, I find Beast drinking a coffee at the end of the bar.
“Coffee?”
“Gonna need it. I’m not hanging around. I’m gonna head back to St. Bon tonight.” Across the room, Axe makes Jukebox Girl squeal with pleasure as he slides his hands between her legs. “I don’t need this shit. I need my girls.”