Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Ms. Vale, I’m going to be blunt with you. It’s only luck that she didn’t kill anyone but herself. There’s a good chance this is as straight forward as it looks, but we need to make sure nothing else was at play. If it comes to light that someone supplied her with the drugs or knew she was going to drive, they could be held accountable. You can resist questioning, but we’ll just keep digging.”
“I… I’m not resisting! I just don’t know anything. I wish I did.” Crap. I stop for a moment and listen, hoping Logan isn’t paying attention. “But if you’re going to look at anyone, look at her boyfriend, not me,” I add, keeping my voice down.
“Oh, don’t worry. We will,” he says with a smirk. “Oh, there was a booster seat in her car. Did she have children?”
“No. I bought it for her in case she was ever driving with my son.”
“You let her drive with your son? Knowing the risk?”
“It’s happened maybe twice in his entire life, and I was in the car with them each time.” Except the last, and that will haunt me forever.
I don’t think I much like Officer Dillard. Regardless of her issues, Georgia wasn’t an out of control monster. She loved Logan. Whatever her reasons were for picking him up yesterday, I don’t believe she suddenly decided to get high and kidnap him from pre-school so they could go on a drunken joy ride.
“Oh, one more question. When you were at the hospital yesterday, you were accompanied by three members of the Outlaw Sons. I don’t suppose you’d care to elaborate on your connection?”
“No.”
“No?” He looks surprised.
“No. I don’t think I do. Was there anything else, or…?”
He scribbles a couple of more notes before flipping closed his tablet. It makes me want to know what he's written down. “Well, I suppose that’s it. I’ll be in touch. Thank you for your time.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t more of a help.” I hope my smile is enough of a go fuck yourself for him to get the message.
On the way out, Logan peeks his head out, a wooden train engine with a painted on face clasped tight in his hand.
“Hey, Champ. Nice train.”
Logan glances at me, then back at Officer Dillard. “It’s a motorcycle.”
“Huh, looks like a train to me. You like motorcycles a lot?”
Oh, no you don’t. No pushing my kid for information. “Listen, he really does need that bath. We’re running late for a play date. I'm sure you know how it is.”
Officer Dillard's smile looks as authentic as mine. “Of course. I'd hate for you to be late on my account. You have a nice day, ma'am.”
“Yeah, thanks. You, too.” I show him out, close the door behind him, then throw the bolt for good measure.
“Do I haaaaaave to take a bath?” Logan whines.
“Yes, you do, you little dung beetle!” I tease, rushing towards him with my fingers wiggling like I’m going to tickle.
He squeals and scrambles back, but I manage to catch him and blow a raspberry in the crook of his neck. “Beetles d—don’t need b-baths!” he stammers out in between giggles.
“No, but I bet little bikers do.”
Logan rolls his eyes, but he lets me drag him off to the bathroom without a fight.
7
JACKAL
Hellfire’s elbows are on his desk and he has the bridge of his nose pinched between his fingers as we explain why we were playing babysitters for most of the afternoon yesterday. “Okay, let me get this straight. Some bitch dropped a fucking four year old off on the corner and told him to find us for help. The three of you decided it made sense to bring him back here, and then his mommy came to pick him up, and instead of letting her fucking do it, you tagged along as bodyguards for the rest of the afternoon because you were feeling chivalrous or some shit?”
I knew he was going to be like this. “For fuck’s sake, it’s not like we trailed after her carrying her damn purse. The bitch was her sister. Would you’ve kicked her out after getting the news that she’d just fucking died?”
Hellfire looks up, eyeing me darkly. “Three days ago I watched you blow someone’s kneecap off, and then Crank sends a pic of you helping a kid sit on your bike to the group chat asking if you’re available to babysit when Paige finally pops.”
Lash snorts.
“What can I say? I’m considerate and versatile.” Hard to keep the grin off my face, which doesn’t make him any happier.
“You’re a bunch of pains in my ass, that’s what you are,” he mumbles under his breath.
In the nearly four years since General, our old President, was killed, Hellfire has worked his ass off to get the club into the position it is now in spite of not even being thirty when he took over. He was General’s right hand, and we all thought there’d be plenty of time for Hellfire to grow into the role. Instead he had to grab the reins in the middle of a violent coup, and while we came out on top, in a lot of ways the club is still finding its way. Hellfire included.