Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Nothing more.
“Don’t be stingy, man.” Dix is smiling, but he’s serious about Ruby. “What can you tell me?”
I shrug. “Ruby’s cool. She and Kelsey have been tight for a long time. She’s a party girl, but she doesn’t fuck off at her job, so you might have a shot if you play your cards right.”
I think back to when I met Ruby and had her up against the jukebox. I was damn ready to fuck her that night, but the Kings broke it up. Assholes.
“A working girl? I can get with that,” Dix growls. “Her curves, that sweet round ass is worth it.”
I shake my head and focus on the old ass Yamaha bike that would fit better in the trash heap than a bay at the repair shop. “Then shoot your shot.”
“Don’t worry, young buck, I plan to.” Dix’s eyes light up with mischief, and if I didn’t know how well Ruby could handle herself, I might be worried.
The garage door opens slowly, but the metal door flings open, and Wild Man stomps in, looking like someone pissed in his cheerios. His gaze scans the room and finally lands on Dix.
“Dix,” he growls. “You got a minute?”
“Yeah,” Dix answers with a frown. “What’s up?”
“Fucking Angel Harbor detectives arrested Maven on suspicion of murder for that fucking Cyrus asshole.”
Dix stands behind an old-school chopper that’s getting a full overhaul. A wrench falls to the concrete floor with a loud clatter. “That’s fucking impossible. We cleaned that house from top to bottom, every goddamn nook and cranny, and the body is long gone. There’s no way those assholes found enough to arrest anybody for anything.”
Wild Man stares at Dix, and he stares back, both of them locked in a stand-off until reality crashes in. “You sure?”
Dix nods. “They are full of shit on the Cyrus angle. My guess? They’re trying to use the pressure of a fake murder investigation to get Maven to tell what she knows about us.”
“For what?” Wild Man scrubs a hand over his face with a long, drawn-out frustrated sigh. “It doesn’t make any damn sense. She’s an upstanding citizen, a business owner.”
Dix nods. “She is all that, which is exactly why they will put the fear of God into her to convince her to turn on us. Angel Harbor PD is also investigating the death of Frank and Ruth Braden. My guess is they have fuck all for leads.”
His words shock me. “They’re trying to pin the preacher’s death on us? Un-fucking-believable!”
“Not so unbelievable,” Dix says with the wisdom of a man who’s been around the block a few dozen times. “They need a scapegoat for the…what? The disappearance of a fine upstanding citizen,” he says, punctuating the words by rolling his eyes. “And our existence makes us the perfect choice.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck what they think they have or what they plan to do. I need to get Maven out of there, and if I can’t, I need to make sure she’s comfortable and safe.”
Dix nods his agreement and reaches for the gel cleaner to get all the black gunk off his hands. “I’ll go down with you, but first, we need to call Camden.”
Wild Man nods and pulls out his phone.
“Who is Camden?” I’d been a prospect for a couple years, but I didn’t know that name.
“Camden Pinero,” Dix clarifies. “He’s the best goddamn defense attorney in all of California. We have him on retainer. Just hope you don’t ever need his services.”
I laugh. “I had enough of the prison system, thanks.” My stint in the joint was terrifying and unpleasant, and I would do everything I could to avoid that fate again. “They might be trying to pump Maven for information on another set of murders they want to pin on us. Frank and Ruth Braden.”
“Shit,” Wild Man growls and turns away, walking outside to make a call.
“All right, boys, I’m heading out. Joaquin, you know what’s on the schedule for the day. Make sure the pickups for today are done before you get started on tomorrow’s shit, yeah?”
I nod. “On it. Good luck.”
Dix flashes a crooked grin and shrugs his shoulders before walking out, leaving just me and Diesel to work on the cars and bikes for the afternoon.
“Damn, is it always this crazy around here?” he asks.
I nod. “For as long as I can remember. Definitely, every day since I’ve been patched. The Kings have been a real pain in the ass, and we’re this close to getting rid of them permanently.”
I can’t tell Diesel everything since he’s just a prospect, but he needs to know what this life is really like. “How much has Lucky told you?”
“Some but not a lot,” he admits and turns his attention back to the vehicle in front of him. “I’m not worried, just curious. I’m also curious about what’s going on with you and that blue-eyed freak, Willow.”