Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
I leaned back in my chair, stretching my neck and crossing my arms over my chest. “But there’s no sign of any vices showing up in his spending—from either bank account.”
Deviant shook his head and rolled his eyes. “You’d think a guy running a scam this long would’ve at least treated himself to a new car or some better clothes.”
He had a point. The greasy little shit still drove a junker, and his wardrobe looked like it came from the dumpster behind a secondhand clothing store. “Maybe he’s paying off some dark shit. Debt. Blackmail. Who the fuck knows?”
A crooked smile cut across Deviant’s face. “Then again, maybe he’s just saving up to buy a personality.”
I gave him a dry look that said I thought he was a fucking idiot, then turned my attention back to the computer. Except I didn’t really see anything. My mind had wandered to Lindsay again. Like it had constantly since the moment she drove away from the compound.
The way her tits had looked in that snug little tee, gently bouncing as I walked her to the door. Her hips swaying. That pouty mouth that was just beggin’ to be kissed. I’d been hard as a rock when she’d challenged me with fire in her green eyes, unconcerned with the fact she was staring down a fully patched member of the Iron Rogues in his own fucking clubhouse. I might have believed her bravado if it hadn’t been for the pretty blush that stole across her cheeks. I’d spent way too much time wondering how far that flush would spread down her body when my mouth was on her pussy.
Still, her backbone had impressed me, and her smart mouth was sexy as hell.
I’d ordered her to stay away from the center, but I had a feeling that the girl was too fucking brave for her own good. Too curious and scrappy to leave the situation alone for long. Which meant I needed to check on her sooner rather than later.
“You’re not even listening, are you?” Deviant asked dryly.
I tore my attention back to him, not realizing he’d still been talking to me.
He smirked. “Damn, you’ve got it bad, man.”
My expression was deadpan.
Then he grinned. “Heard you told her to call you Beck.”
“Assholes who gossip like fucking teenage girls,” I muttered.
He tipped his chin toward me. “That’s a first-name privilege, and we both know what that means.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I grunted, my hand tightening into a fist.
Deviant just grinned wider. “Never thought I’d see the day. You lettin’ some woman close enough to drop the road name.”
“She’s not just any woman,” I gritted out through clenched teeth.
“No shit. If she was, you’d be sittin’ here buried in spreadsheets instead of thinking about red hair and how fast you can get her under you.”
I shot him a glare, but it didn’t slow him down.
“I get it, man,” he said with a shrug. “We all got hit hard when it was the right one. Didn’t matter how long it took or how fast it happened. Just meant she was the one who could cut through the noise.”
Again, he wasn’t wrong. But no way in hell was I gonna admit it out loud.
He leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Welcome to the club, brother. Pussy-whipped, obsessed, and one dirty look away from breaking bones for her.”
I exhaled through my nose, but the corner of my mouth twitched. “You done?”
“After all the shit you gave me? Not even close. But I’ll let it go…for now.”
A sharp knock on the door interrupted us, and I looked up to see Fox, our prez, standing in my doorway, his expression tight. “Got something you’re gonna want to hear.”
My brow drew down, and a fear I’d never experienced before seized my chest.
“Paul’s in the ICU,” he said without preamble. “Coma. Got the shit beat outta him last night and was left in an alley downtown.”
“Fuck,” I breathed as relief trickled through my veins at hearing that it wasn’t Lindsay who’d been hurt.
However, the fact that Paul had been attacked meant we were dealing with something along the lines of the darker shit we’d speculated about.
“Think it’s connected?” Deviant asked, already pulling out his phone.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “And we need to know who the hell he pissed off.”
Without another word, I jumped to my feet and stalked out of the clubhouse. When I reached my bike, I mounted it and drove out of the compound, headed to the hospital. My fingers itched to call Lindsay—to check if she was safe—but I didn’t want her to know about this just yet. I didn’t want her to be scared when I wasn’t there to remind her that I would keep her safe.
The hospital lot was quiet when I rolled in. I quickly parked, my eyes doing a sweep of my surroundings.