Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Wraith gave him a look that snapped Street’s mouth closed. The contents of whatever he needed to transport were beyond Street’s pay grade. Did Wraith even know what was in those shipping containers?
“Tell me what precautions I need to take to ensure everyone’s safety,” Street said.
“Keep them level and secure. No abrupt motions. Most important of all, don’t drop them,” Wraith told him. “Slow and steady, Street. Okay?”
“Got it. Where do you want them placed?”
“Transport them from the shipping container into Warehouse Five. Lucien is waiting to show you where to place them,” Wraith told him.
Lucien would meet him? Holy crap! What in the world was inside? Wraith’s expressionless face underlined how critical this shipment was. Street didn’t voice any of the questions racing through his mind. He nodded and popped the last of the bar into his mouth.
He chewed and took a gulp of his water before saying, “On it.” Shifting the machinery into gear, he waited for Wraith to step clear before setting the load he currently had on the forks into a safe spot to collect later.
The size of the container might clue him in on the product inside. Intrigued, he drove the heavy equipment outside to the waiting truck. This rig could lift three to six thousand pounds without overbalancing. He could tell a lot about a load based only on the weight.
Lucien stepped out of the shadows to point to the semi. Two men swarmed around the sides, unfastening the tarp that covered the containers underneath. Usually, that protection secured the load or shielded anything being trucked around the country from the weather. Rain wouldn’t impact these metal containers.
He maneuvered the forks into position and raised the large shipping box up six inches to clear the trailer. Reversing slowly, Street controlled his speed to avoid any jerks or bumps. As smoothly as possible, he stopped and inched forward to drive the container to the warehouse. The contents shifted slightly to his surprise. The contents couldn’t be lashed into place. The movement in his steering wheel and controls proved that.
Easing to a halt, he engaged the brake before walking over to Lucien. “This one has something loose in there. Do you want the box in a specific spot so you can check? Maybe outside, if it’s hazardous?”
“Take the shipping container inside, Street. Everything is fine.”
That hadn’t been the response he’d expected. Street wanted to ask a million questions, but the controlled expression on Lucien’s face told him to zip his lips. He returned to climb onto the driver’s seat. Inching forward, Street drove the load into the warehouse.
Lucien preceded him and guided him where to set it. The MC boss hung back as Street turned around and headed outside. A movement in his side mirror caught Street’s attention. Lucien knocked on the metal side before pressing his hand to the hard surface.
What is going on?
Corralling his thoughts, Street off-loaded the other three containers from the flatbed. Lucien worked with him individually to place the large metal boxes. Each time, he stayed behind as Street returned to the truck.
When he got the last one set down, Lucien yelled, “Good job, Street. I think they’re waiting for you in the other warehouse.” Lucien walked behind Street’s rig as he exited and pulled the doors shut to seal himself inside with the containers. Street didn’t see him for the rest of the afternoon.
Street forced himself to focus on his next jobs instead of craning to see any movement in that fifth building. When Razor called to tell him Rosa had woken up, the rest of the guys were clocking out and heading to Inferno for a drink or to the compound. Street returned his rig to its parking spot. He planned to come in an hour early tomorrow to make up any time he’d missed.
The sound of giggles reached him as soon as Street opened the door to the medical office. Honey and Rosa sat at a table behind the counter, creating figurines with tongue depressors, cotton balls, markers, and paper towel clothing. A line of Devil Daddies stood propped on the wall already.
“Our Littles are being crafty,” Razor told him with a grin. “They started with you and me before moving on to capture the likenesses of our brothers. I’m going to go shut the office and make sure the clinic is locked up.”
“We’re going to Inferno tonight to give them to everyone,” Honey said proudly as her Daddy walked down the hall.
“Can you pick out which one is you, Daddy?” Rosa asked.
“Please tell me it’s not the one with the beer bottle in his hand,” Street said.
Conspiratorial giggles erupted from the two women. They had indeed crafted a reminder of how he and Rosa had met. Street scanned the others. Scythe had a bit of fluff with a pointed beak on his shoulder. Was that a chicken? Street had to laugh. Vex’s expression was a hoot by itself. Since Rosa didn’t know the usually exasperating MC member well, Honey had revealed a tremendous talent in capturing his personality.