Fight for You – MacKenzie Scottish Crime Family Read Online Amarie Avant

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors:
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
<<<<213139404142435161>91
Advertisement


Those tears that still echoed in my ears made me subdue a tremble. Whatever Jamie’s owner had given him had left the boy unconscious in his cell. I’d swooped him into my arms. Hugged my paycheck tightly and shoved the girl to the ground when she tried to grab my arm.

Sorry, kid. You’re not important, I’d said, voice hardened to her tears and the others’ cries. But I knew she was something important to Jamie when the kid roused on the way home and mentioned Jordyn. That day came rushing back to me.

“What are you talking about, Jamie? They drugged you.” I had stalled my personal vehicle beneath the freeway overpass. I’d already shoved a bag of McDonald’s and a bottle of water into Jamie’s arms during the long drive. Had already told the little boy to eat up, after hearing his stomach growl.

Now this?

“Nonsense. There was no little girl named Jordyn. No other little girls or boys.” Turning to look out the side window, I rubbed a hand over the nape of my neck. My voice softened. “Look, your family’s enemies took you.”

Three bodies snugged tight in the trunk of my Lincoln Continental—they weren’t dead, though. Not yet. I’d offer them to Brody and Nan MacKenzie for reckoning. But I couldn’t tell the boy’s parents that the three thugs, who wanted to rain on their organized crime parade, had sold their son already. Sold Jamie to someone who wasn’t some small beans, petty operational criminals like them. Someone untouchable.

So the moment I had caught up with The Three Stooges, I’d gotten the truth from them, put them in the trunk, and went and bought back Jamie.

The price?

My first Rolex. I’d done the job myself. Pawned the watch. Later, I’d chalked it up as a burglary while I was on vacation with my insurance company.

Really, I was working a case as usual. The unofficial case of Jamie MacKenzie going missing, with no cops involved except for me. The lone wolf who once lived a stone’s throw away from Big Brody back in the Scottish Highlands. See? That was the trouble with having old friends. They expected certain things from you.

And I expected certain things from the wealthy, kid-loving purchaser The Three Stooges had sold Jamie to. Such as another alliance.

I looked over at the passenger seat. Jamie hadn’t eaten a bite of food. I grabbed a chicken nugget from the bag. “Son”—my hand ran over the boy’s fresh preppy haircut—“at least eat your nuggets.”

“But JorJor, I mean, Jordyn?” Hollow, dark-circled eyes looked up at me. The kid was a shadow of himself.

A car passed by.

I’d nearly jumped out of my skin. Here I was, sitting in my personal vehicle with a kid who clearly had gone through hell and three dopes in the trunk.

I cradled the boy’s face in my hand. “You’re mistaken, Jamie. Mitsy, Tarren, and Atkins took you,” I said, the names of Clan MacKenzie’s enemies. Or rather, three meth heads who just signed their own death certificates by abducting a kingpin prince. “There was no Jordyn. You remember Tarren?” That guy proved tougher to defeat than the others. I rubbed a hand over my sore knuckles. Idiots like Tarren didn’t respect the badge.

At the scent of urine, I had his answer. Oh, yeah. Jamie remembered Tarren. Whenever the child misbehaved, I’d use fear to get him back in line. I’d also monitor the wealthy politician who owned Jordyn. And his parents? They’d see me as his savior in, oh, twenty minutes or so. The second I approached their house. Didn’t hurt that we all grew up in the Scottish Highlands together, either.

So, I’d scrambled Jamie’s mind when necessary and followed the girl’s movements, making sure she never intersected with Jamie MacKenzie.

Antsy, thinking about my past mistakes, I gripped the chair and turned the Nazi around. “Did Chelomey go after the girl yet? He paid you well, so that tells us he was eager.”

“Very eager, sir.” The CI swiveled his chair back around. “I’m looking on the dark web now. Give me another second, Mr. McGregor.”

“Deputy Chief McGregor to you.”

An eye roll, and then the young man glanced at his laptop. “Okay. I snuck into the backdoor of a chat between this Aleksandr dude and a private security firm he hired.”

“For when? For whom?”

“Last night. It doesn’t say Jordyn’s name specifically. But it’s the same address I gave him for her once I found an old email address: thebaddest_Jordyn@gmail.com. She had consented to email chats with a doctor’s office. So, yes, I believe this private security firm in this chat did the hit for Aleksandr.”

“What’s that address? Where’d they go?”

“Santa Barbara. A sweet pad. Let me get it …” Wannabe Hitler’s fingers shuffled over the keyboard. He clicked into the thread and provided the full address. Seconds later, the CI clicked onto another screen.


Advertisement

<<<<213139404142435161>91

Advertisement