Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“I think that you should keep your trap shut,” he said. “Because then they’ll want to kick your ass.”
“I didn’t,” Apollo said.
“And you comin’ in here and poking him in the chest where he was just shot wasn’t hurting him?” I countered.
“Well, when you put it that way…” Apollo grinned, and I was once again reminded how damn handsome he was.
Cleaned up as he was for the campaign trail, he was a real looker.
Not as hot as Webber, but he was a close second.
Then again, all of the men of the Truth Tellers were hot as hell. There wasn’t a single one of them that wasn’t attractive.
Hell, even scarred up and bleeding, Jasper had been attractive.
Admittedly, he might’ve been more attractive because he gave off that bad ass vibe.
“I got some info,” Chevy came in through the door carrying a stack of papers. “Ol’ lady is fucked up and on painkillers because Gunner broke her hip with his bike. She admitted that she has a granddaughter. You’re never going to guess who!”
“Let me guess!” I raised my hands. “It was Cadence Moran, wasn’t it!”
“Got it in one,” he said. “Martha Patterson is Cadence Moran’s grandmother. Mother to Cadence’s mother.”
“Maybe you should ask her where she is,” I muttered.
“I did,” Chevy flashed me a straight white smile. “Got the address out of her phone and everything.”
Webber let me go and walked toward where Chevy was holding out a cell phone.
I was guessing based on the fact that the cell phone was at least five to six years old that it belonged to Martha. I’d noted that the older generation didn’t really subscribe to modern technology like the younger generations did.
Even when I was poor and had no credit, I usually only went about two years out of date on my phone before I was scouring eBay to find a newer model.
“That’s near my boat house lot,” Chevy said as he showed the address to Apollo and Webber. “In fact, it’s just down the road from the house that Copper’s building.”
He turned to look at me and leveled me with a glare. “You’ll stay here.”
“What about going home?” I asked.
“Could go to the shop, too,” Apollo said. “Secured. Has a nice little lounge area in the back that’s fully behind a six-inch concrete wall.”
“Or I could go home, crawl into bed, and wait for y’all to do whatever it is that you’re going to do. Then I could go open Webb’s up tomorrow and work and say that you were with me all day and night.” I shrugged. “Then, when I’m done at Webb’s, I could go back to work, because eventually they’ll get tired of me not being there.”
“I’m still on that,” Apollo said. “You can go back when you want to go back, but until then, I have it covered.”
I rolled my eyes.
Not that I wasn’t appreciative, but I wanted to go back to normal.
Or as normal as it could be with the president of the Truth Tellers MC as my old man.
The four men spoke like I hadn’t spoken at all, so I sighed and sat back into my chair and closed my eyes.
When I opened them again, everyone was gone but Jasper, who was wide awake and watching the door.
“What time is it?” I asked.
Jasper looked over and grinned. “You’ve been sleeping for about six hours.”
Shit.
“And I’m guessing that you’re not supposed to let me leave?”
He winked. “Nope.”
Twenty-Three
He may not post me on his social media, but I’m on his last nerve every day.
—Silver to Webber
WEBBER
Cadence Moran and her father were holed up in a houseboat about three football fields down the shoreline from Copper’s new build.
It was a rental, and they’d done a damn good job covering it up, but they hadn’t been smart with who knew the information.
The old lady had been too high on painkillers to be aware of what she was doing, but she’d find out soon enough when she found out her phone was missing.
But by that point, the issue would be taken care of.
The two Morans had done themselves no favors by going on the run and not telling anyone where to find them, only that they were going to lie low for a while.
No one would be looking for them.
Which worked in our favor quite spectacularly.
When we arrived, they didn’t even expect us to walk in through their back door.
Meaning we’d surprised them with our arrival, and neither one of them were prepared to have nine men walk into their living room with guns drawn.
“How convenient,” I said as I screwed on my silencer. “That you gave us the perfect location to dispose of your body.”
Moran the elder stood up, reaching for his gun on the counter.
But Chevy beat him to it.
The younger Moran reached under her shirt, but Cakes stopped her with a well-placed punch to the solar plexus before she could reach all the way.