Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Scythe shook his head, chuckling as he released her and walked to the door. He couldn’t believe how much his world had spun on its axis in one evening. “Go get your car keys for me, Winnie. I’ll have your car brought here.”
“Thank you, Scythe. I was worried how I’d get to work tomorrow.”
She was back to hand him a sequined chipmunk keychain in seconds. “Don’t stay up. I’ll have them put your keys in your mailbox.” He headed to the door. She needed her sleep.
With one last glance at the woman behind him, he saw Winnie kiss a brown, fuzzy stuffed animal. Lucien was right. He always was. Scythe had found his Little girl. He locked the door behind him and headed to the truck.
Chapter 3
A dozen Devil Daddies stood around the open containers, shaking their heads in disbelief. They’d pulled everything out as soon as the delivery truck had made it back to the warehouse. The weapons inside would have to go into disguised storage areas until they decided what to do with them.
“What would have happened if these had gotten into the Ravagers’ hands?” Wraith asked the next morning.
“I bet they’d have shown up on our doorstep quickly,” Vex pointed out.
“No doubt,” Razor agreed and leaned down to pick up an oversized shell casing that was longer than his hands. “I appreciate you all preventing me from having to dig bullets this size out of your hides.”
“Like the Ravagers can hit anything,” Fury said, smirking.
A scrape of a boot on the concrete floor made the group turn to see who approached. At the sight of Lucien accompanied by Pirate, the circle opened, allowing him to join them.
“She had this?” Lucien said and shook his head.
“We should get her some money quickly,” Scythe urged.
“She needs funds?” Lucien asked, studying Scythe’s face.
“Her mom’s dying,” Hellcat said.
“Undergoing cancer treatment,” Scythe corrected.
“She’s past that, Scythe. The mom knows that. She waved me over to talk while Winnie took a shower. Our conversation delayed me in coming back in to secure the load on one trip,” Hellcat shared. “The doctor already broke the news to the family. Mom wanted the guns gone so her daughters wouldn’t have to deal with them and possibly get into legal trouble.”
“And you didn’t think to tell the rest of us?” Scythe demanded. His protective instincts flared. His Little girl knew of her mother’s impending death and couldn’t or wouldn’t stop trying to make everything okay. She would be crushed when her mother passed away.
Hellcat shook his head. “I liked her mom. She shouldn’t be dealing with this. I thought Pirate could work his magic on the computer and gather some information for us. Maybe there’s a specialist somewhere.”
“I’ll need some details,” Pirate told them.
“Scythe, send him everything you’ve got tomorrow,” Lucien said.
“I saw a hospital bill on the entryway table,” Vex shared. “I’d bet the mom’s name is Evelyn Morgan.”
“So, money?” Scythe reminded everyone as Pirate made a note in his phone.
“The street value of this is high. We’ll keep everything,” Lucien decreed. “Pirate, while you’re researching tomorrow, give us a used regular retail price. We’ll pay in installments to avoid questions. Scythe, you’ll see her tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“Stop by my office after two. I’ll have the first amount ready for you.”
“Thanks, Lucien.” Scythe felt some of the worry lift from his shoulders. If they were right that the mother was beyond hope, her daughters could make her comfortable with enough money to pay for the expenses.
“Pirate, send me her medical files when you locate them. I’ll check over everything to see if any resources could possibly help outside the normal treatments,” Razor offered.
“Got anything to share with the group, Scythe?” Lucien asked with one side of his mouth quirked up in amusement.
“I probably need to tell someone else first.” Scythe would share the news about finding his Little with the MC after talking to Winnie. He might admit that Lucien guessed immediately.
“Then, let’s get these boxes moved into storage areas C, T, and W. Ammo in one section, guns in another, and miscellaneous items in the third. Bring me the details and the keys,” Lucien directed.
“I’m going to grab a couple of guys to take Winnie’s car home from the parking lot first. I’ll be right there,” Scythe told the group.
“Of course,” Lucian agreed with a uncharacteristic smile.
Scythe didn’t react but walked away, tossing the cute keychain in his hand.
That afternoon, Scythe climbed the steps to the elevated office. Lucien stood up from behind his desk as he entered. He grabbed a thick envelope from his desk and walked to meet Scythe. “Installment one. There’s five thousand in fifties in that packet. Those should be easy enough to spend. Tell her not to drop the entire amount in the bank. It’s best if she uses the cash for groceries, medicine, etc.”