Mykel Read online Bella Jewel (King’s Descendants MC #3)

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: King's Descendants MC Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
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“Have you any idea how you’re going to find him?” I ask.

“Aviana,” Mykel tells me.

I blink, looking to him. “Briella’s best friend.”

“Peter’s niece. Aviana is the only one left in Peter’s family alive and when we find her, we’ll be able to get her to help us find Dax. She is the only one who knows Peter inside and out, and she’s the only one who might know where he went.”

“Are you going to be able to find her? Briella said there was suspicion she might have been sold . . .”

“It’s goin’ to be easier to find her than Dax.”

I nod, pursing my lips. I mean, it’s not a bad plan, but it could take time to find her and then even more time to find Dax. Do we have that much time to spare?

“What if we get into his house, see if we can find something?” I offer.

“His house will have been raided, and he’s not stupid. He would have made sure there was no trail leadin’ to him,” Alarick answers.

“There have to be other people, people who are involved with him, people we can question . . .” I go on.

“Yeah, we find the fuckin’ rat in this club, and that’s a good lead. As well as people who were workin’ with Peter. We’ll find him, but we’re goin’ in on every angle this time, not just one.”

Makes sense. “Well, I’m here to help, whatever you need.”

Alarick nods and then stands. “Just keep your head down for now. Keep your name cleared.”

I give him a reassuring smile, and he nods once at Mykel before leaving.

I feel horrible for Alarick right now, because he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders, and he’s on a time limit. Once that time runs out, he’s going to lose one of his club members. Kendric doesn’t deserve to be locked away, but if we don’t find Dax, that’s exactly what will happen.

I look to Mykel, and he leans forward, pressing his lips against mine.

It feels good.

A nice distraction.

“Do you think we’re going to get through this?” I ask him.

He nods, eyes locked on mine. “We always do, babe.”

I sure hope he’s right.

“WE’VE GOT MEN OUT LOOKIN’ for Dax. We’ve got men askin’ questions. We’ve got men doin’ their jobs working every single angle that we can possibly play right now,” Alarick announces to the entire club later that night. “We’re goin’ to find him, and we’re goin’ to make him suffer. Until then, you are all required to hand over your phones. We’ve got a fuckin’ rat in this club, and mark my words, when I find out who you are, you’re going to wish you were fuckin’ dead.”

I swallow, and Mykel tucks me closer into his side, his arm firmly around my waist. Alarick isn’t messing around. Someone he trusts and cares about has betrayed him, and I have no doubt when he finds out who that person is, they will indeed wish they were dead.

I wouldn’t want to be that person.

Hell to the no.

Cohen has a bucket and he walks around to every member, and one by one, they drop their phones in.

“We’ll be searching your rooms, your houses, and every other fuckin’ thing you’ve touched. You want to come clean, do it now, but if you don’t, rest assured I will fuckin’ find out who you are.”

I glance around the room at the group of bikers, looking for someone who looks . . . off. Maybe one of them will be squirming. Maybe one of them will hesitate. Maybe one will swallow or look away, but they all stand tall and proud, and not one of them crumbles under the pressure. Whoever is doing this, they’re confident that they’re not going to be caught, which is a little scary.

It means they’ve thought about it.

Really, really well.

Once the phones are taken, Alarick orders the members to start searching houses, and Cohen leads a group of them out to begin the search. When he’s gone, Alarick orders a check on the club, too, and Mykel and I start sifting through some rooms to see if we can find anything at all that might indicate a rat. Samson questions all the girls who come in and out, and Briella and Merleigh search the sheds.

Alarick isn’t letting this one go, and so he shouldn’t.

Mykel and I move to some of the bedrooms, and I start at a desk, shuffling through the drawers as Mykel goes through the closet.

“Whoever is doing this, they’re confident,” I say to Mykel.

“Yeah, which means it’s unlikely we’re goin’ to come up with anything.”

“Has this ever happened before?” I ask.

Mykel finds a box and tips the contents out. “Once, apparently, when King was runnin’ the place. An old member was stealin’ drugs and sellin’ them to a known enemy.”


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