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)
“How much more is coming?” Scythe asked.
“I’m not sure. Pirate will give us an estimate soon. She can count on at least two more payments like that one.”
“I’m sure this will help.” Scythe slid the envelope inside his shirt. It would be safe there under his cut.
He got almost to the door before turning around to meet Lucien’s gaze. Scythe decided to go ahead and share the news. “You were right. She’s mine.”
“Of course I was,” Lucien smirked. “Congratulations. I’ll look forward to meeting her in second-grade teacher mode.”
“How did you know that?” Scythe asked. He wasn’t surprised Lucien knew things about her. He checked out everyone on his radar.
“The other guys. They like her—think you’re a good match. Plan a ride on Sunday. Midnight.”
“Sure. How many can be gone?”
“Let’s take twenty bikes.”
“Old ladies allowed?” Scythe checked.
“Not this time. Leave from the warehouse at midnight. We’ll be back before dawn.”
“Destination?”
“I’ll reveal that on Sunday,” Lucien stated firmly.
“Many of the Devils will be interested in that,” Scythe pointed out.
“Choose our best riders. No newbies on this one. Loyal members. Move Street up to that level.”
“Will do.” Scythe patted his vest. “Thank you for helping Winnie.” He never regretted joining the Devil Daddies MC, but times like this reinforced his confidence in Lucien’s leadership.
“She’s going to keep you on your toes.”
“I’m counting on that.” Scythe couldn’t imagine Winnie any other way than she was.
Scythe closed the door behind him and descended to the main floor of Inferno. He returned the greeting of the other MC members as he walked to the side door. His bike waited outside in the lot.
Scythe took a seat and pulled out his phone. Choosing several riders, he sent a message: “Next Sunday, midnight ride.” He’d select more as he thought of them.
A bike rolled up beside him and parked. Street checked his phone and read the message. “No way! Really?”
“Lucien says you go,” Scythe told him.
Street’s face revealed the power of that statement. He nodded and didn’t comment, as if he needed to sit with that information before he could react to it. Lucien had made the right call. Street was ready.
He grabbed his helmet and strapped it on without saying another word. The Devil Daddies connected on many levels. Lucien had handpicked his officers to create a rock-solid MC they were all proud to support.
Heading out of the parking lot, he focused on his next stop. He would go find his Little. She needed his support.
Thirty minutes later, he turned into the school parking lot. At the front entrance, school buses were already lined up to whisk the kids home. Scythe chose a spot in the faculty parking lot and removed his helmet to enjoy the beautiful weather.
A bunch of impish kids appeared in one of the windows. A hand shooed them back to their seats before Winnie’s beautiful face appeared. Her mouth rounded in a silent O. Scythe waved and grinned, and she automatically returned the gesture before catching herself and rushing away from the glass.
Scythe counted the windows leading to that room and memorized it. The chubby chipmunk decoration posted in the window would jog his memory. He bet it wasn’t the only one in the classroom.
He’d timed his arrival well. Under ten minutes later, professionally dressed adults streamed out with clipboards. They roamed between the busses. Several stopped and stared pointedly at him. Scythe knew he’d have a visitor soon when a starched-looking female lifted her walkie-talkie to her lips.
The police car approached exactly two minutes later and stopped in front of him, blocking Scythe into the parking spot. Well, trying to pin him into place. Scythe had driven a bike for years. He wouldn’t have a bit of trouble threading the handlebars through the gaps in the cars.
The police officer stepped out of his car and walked forward, stopping a safe distance away. The fit man’s expression was guarded as he looked at Scythe. “Hello, there. I’m Officer Riley, the school resource officer. Could you tell me your business here?”
“Officer Riley.” Scythe greeted him with a nod. “I’m waiting for a staff member to finish her day.”
“For what purpose?” the officer asked.
“She’s a friend. I’m not here to cause trouble. Just to give a her a ride home if she needs one.”
“Who’s that?”
“Is that principal going to cause her trouble for having an acquaintance who rides a bike?” Scythe nodded at the principal who stood on the edge of the sidewalk, staring intently at him.
“Of course not. Devil Daddies MC. Is that the MC that runs the bar? Inferno?”
“Inferno is owned by the founder of the motorcycle club.”
“I think he’s an ex-con….” The cop let his voice trail away as if he were hoping Scythe would comment.
“A lawful resident and successful businessman.”
“Some might not agree with that.”
“I’m sure you deal with a lot of bad people. It must be hard to guard yourself from making instant judgements about someone’s character based on their appearance or that they’re riding a motorcycle. I’m going to grab my ID from my pocket. You can run my license.”