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)
My hands curl into fists on the table in front of me. “Meaning we have a fucking rat.”
An unsettled energy moves through the room.
We’re a tight family. Being a rat would be the ultimate betrayal.
I look around the table at the faces of my club brothers. I trust every one of them with my life, and the thought that one of them would do this seems impossible.
“It’s someone close,” Beast says. “Someone who has access to the information.”
“We have people coming in and out of here all the time,” Bear says.
“Could be one of the delivery drivers,” Zac adds.
“Cheezy knows us, and he knows this town,” Gambit says, eyes narrowing.
“Do we really think Cheezy is smart enough to set this up?” Zac asks.
“Seems too sophisticated for him,” Bear adds.
“He knows our routines. Knows these roads like the back of his hand,” Rogue adds.
“Wouldn’t take much to wrap it all up in a nice tidy package and put it out there,” Gambit says.
I say nothing. But my gut knots. Because Cheezy’s possible involvement stirs the suspicions I already have about Ella. She came as his date. If he’s involved in this, then she might be too.
“Cheezy might be a big talker, but he knows these roads better than anyone I know,” Zac says.
“We know it’s not one of us,” Stone says. “I agree it’s gotta be someone who has access to us. But Cheezy is one of many.”
My old man adds, “He’s right. Cheezy isn’t the only one.”
“Bram will keep an eye on the dark web for any more fucking deals. In the meantime, our priority is to find out who bought our route.” Beast’s gaze narrows in on the Russian weapons sitting in the center of the table. “Starting tonight, we’ll start two three-man patrols. I want eyes on all the mountain roads, river trail, and docks. Bram can handle a lot of it via cameras, but we need to be out there, and we need to be focused.”
There is a murmur of agreement around the table.
“In the meantime, we received word from an informant about a warehouse housing some guns. Not sure if it’s anything to do with this, but we’ll check it out. Bram has already done recon with the drones. From what we can tell, there’s limited fire power in the perimeter. But there are cameras.”
“Which I can disable,” Bram adds. “But the system has an alert on it, so if it’s disabled for too long, their security will be triggered.”
“Meaning we’ve only got a small period of time to get inside that warehouse and see what we’re facing.” Beast looks around the table. “Bear, Ryder, and Stone, you’ll take care of the fire power outside. Lars and Zac, you’re with me inside that warehouse.” We all nod in agreement. “Meet me at the bikes in thirty minutes. Let’s find these assholes and show them what we think about people who try to run contraband through our town.”
He brings church to an end with a hard smack of the gavel on the table.
The room empties quickly, but before I can leave, Beast asks me to hang back.
“You think there’s any stick to Cheezy being our guy?” he asks as we walk toward the door.
“He’s an asshole. But smart enough for this? I don’t think so.”
“Me neither.”
“Then what’s your next move with him?”
“Bram is checking into his financials. See if there’s any suspicious payments. Don’t want to spook him until I’ve got something to spook him with.” He gives me a raised eyebrow. “I see there is a new face in the kitchen. Cheezy’s date from the party. Wanna tell me what that’s about?”
“Don’t read anything into it. Kid needed a job. Her last boss liked to hit.”
“Is that how she got that shiner on her cheek?”
I nod. But inwardly the urge to find the man who hurt her twists like a pit of vipers in my guts. I want to find him. Just so I can hurt him.
“I figured she needed a new job, Mrs. V. needed a new kitchen hand, so I killed two birds with one stone.”
“Do we know anything about her?”
“Bram will do the usual background checks this morning. She had all the necessary identification for the hiring process. She looks legit.”
I conveniently ignore the curl of unease in my gut.
I don’t believe for a second that she is tied up with whoever is selling the Knights information on the dark web.
But she is still a mystery.
And until I crack the mystery, there is always a need to be on alert.
“Since when do you go around offering random women jobs?” Beast asks.
“Since I met a girl whose asshole boss liked to put his fist in her face.”
There is not one Knight who condones violence against women and children. If they did, they wouldn’t wear the cut.