Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
She shakes her head. “General kept it quiet. People were pissed. If he made it clear he suspected Tanner’s slip up cost us lives, Tanner would be resting in pieces in the town dump. But he wasn't sure enough, and Tanner had been around since the start so he wanted to give him an out.”
“Fuck,” Hellfire and Blackout let out at the same time.
“Anything else you can remember, Willow?” Hellfire asks.
I run through the conversation in my head, viewing it through a very different lens. Tanner sounds like bad news, and he was in my freaking house while I was there alone. “He was a little too friendly if that makes sense, but no, nothing I could put my finger on. Dragon called when he was there and I told him he was my boyfriend and I was going to meet him at the club.”
Skyhigh quirks an eyebrow. “Just one boyfriend? What's wrong with me and Blackout?”
“For fuck's sake.” Hellfire glares at him. “Who you fuck on your free time is none of my damn business, but you fucking keep it out of my office, clear?”
Skyhigh salutes.
Biting my lip not to smile, I focus on the story. “When I said my boyfriend was in the Outlaw Sons, he got really cagey, but I thought that made sense after the story he told me. He knew details about the house, so it seemed truthful enough. Wait, do you want his number? I’ve still got it.” I pull my phone out of my pocket.
Hellfire yanks it out of my hand and dials. He listens in silence. “Fuck. Disconnected. Must've decided to burn that link before we caught on.
“So…” Dragon draws it out. “I get that there’s bad blood here, but why the hell is it all popping up now? The only real connection to our current problem is that his dog had the same name as the informant.”
Hellfire nods. “I know, which is another reason I called you in here. Bone finally got in touch. Brutus has new information and Bone played hard to get, forcing him to do the meeting in person because the last couple tips have gotten fucked up. I was just planning on grilling Willow about what she found, but if she’s actually seen him…” His hard eyes focus on me. “Can we trust her?”
All three of my men look insulted that he’d even ask.
“Of course,” Skyhigh answers.
I’m a little nervous about where this is going, but knowing the trust doesn’t just go one way feels really nice. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to be there when Brutus shows up.” He holds up his hand when it looks like there might be a mutiny at the suggestion. “All you have to do is confirm if it’s him or not.”
“I don’t like it,” Blackout grumbles. Dragon nods in agreement.
“I’ll do it.”
“Hellfire, if it’s really Tanner, you know who you should call.” Bonnie sounds uncomfortable saying it and from the shadow that passes over Hellfire's face, there's probably a good reason.
He nods, but looks incredibly unhappy about it. “Motherfucker. Alright, everyone out.”
“Should I report to Chafik?” Skyhigh asks on the way out.
Hellfire shakes his head. “Not until after we know if Tanner’s our man.”
29
DRAGON
None of us were prepared to actually see Willow dressed up in a stripper outfit she borrowed from Ocean. Her top's barely got her tits contained, the material tight and squeezing them into the kind of cleavage I wanna fuck my dick through. Her stomach is bare straight down to the miniskirt barely clinging to her hips. It's short enough that she can't bend over without flashing her panties. She must share shoe sizes with one of the girls, because I'm fucking positive she didn't just happen to have thigh high leather boots just sitting around at her Grandma's house. Her belly button jewel glints in the club lights, and her hair is teased up big and sexy. With her heavy makeup and smoky eyes, I barely recognize her, so even if Brutus is Tanner, he shouldn’t have a chance from a distance.
The only thing that messes up her disguise is that she's looking around like a fucking tourist.
I nudge her. “Hey, you're supposed to be a professional. Act like it. Earn your fucking money. Press up against me.”
She picks her jaw up, and immediately turns it into a naughty little smile as she grabs my arm with both hands and presses against me like I hired her for the night. Fuck, I’d love to do this when we’re not on duty.
The music is slow and low, thrumming like a giant's heartbeat while a curvy blonde rubs on a stripper pole like a cat in heat. Like last time, other than around the stage and the bar, most of the light comes from the constantly moving colored spotlights, leaving the club in darkness. I know Willow's seen wilder shit at the clubhouse, but when she sees the dancing cage next to the bar, I have to nudge her again so she doesn't break character.