Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I have a feeling there was more to it than that.”
“We don’t have time for this,” Dad clipped. “The club is under fire, and now, this thing with Antonia. The timing on this shit couldn’t be worse.”
He was right.
The timing definitely sucked.
I’d always lived by the motto that the club always came first and never once questioned it. But that call had me questioning everything. I felt like I was being pulled in two different directions, and I had no idea which way to go. I wanted to be there for my brothers and help them figure out who was coming down on the club, but at the same time, every fiber in my being was screaming at me to get to Antonia and to save her from this Vittorio asshole.
The thought of her being in danger gutted me, and I knew I had to do everything in my power to get her back. “I’ve gotta go to her, Dad. I’ve gotta help her.”
“I know you do, son.” He let out a sigh, then said, “I’ll get with Shep and have him look into the Vittorio fella.”
“Good deal. We should be there in ten. Hopefully, Grim can get something out of these two, and we can finally figure out what the hell is going on with all this shit.”
As soon as we pulled up, Rusty and Seven came out, and they helped carry our guests out to one of Grim’s rooms—a place no man would want to be.
As the club’s enforcer, Grim had a gift for extracting information from the toughest of men. We’d all seen what he could do, so I had no doubt he’d get Koda and Max to talk. Even though I was eager to get to Antonia, I needed to make sure these guys were taken care of first.
When we got out to the holding rooms, Seven and several of the others were already standing at the two-way glass, watching as Grim bound Koda’s hands. Sweat was streaming down his face as he tried to pull away from Grim, but his efforts were in vain.
Grim was simply too strong.
Once Koda was restrained, Grim secured him to the chains that were hanging from the ceiling. The chains were just a few inches short, making it impossible for Koda to stand with his feet flat against the floor. As he stood there on his tiptoes, he started shouting, “What the fuck are you doing? Let me out of here!”
“You’re not going anywhere.” Grim slammed his fist into Koda’s ribs, forcing the air out of his lungs. Koda started thrashing around, pulling at the chains as he gasped for air. Grim stepped towards him and growled, “Not until you start talking.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Who do you run with?” Remaining eerily calm, Grim leaned towards him and snarled, “And why did you make a stand against Fury?”
“Nah, man. You got it all wrong. Ain’t nobody made a stand against Fury.”
“Bullshit,” Grim barked.
“I mean it, man,” he babbled. “I’m not the one.”
“We both know that’s not true.” Grim slipped on a pair of brass knuckles, then punched him in the ribs once again. Before Koda had a chance to recover, Grim slammed his fist into his abdomen and then the side of his face. If he’d hit him any harder, he would’ve broken his fucking jaw. Koda was groaning in agony as Grim growled, “Who sent you to the Vault last night?”
Grim was just getting started.
He would get the answers we needed, but I didn’t have the time nor the patience to wait him out. I needed to get to Antonia. Dad must’ve sensed my impatience and gave me the nod, letting me know that my job was done. I gave him a nod in return, then I went to find Shep.
The clubhouse was oddly quiet as I made my way down the hall and to his office. When I walked in, he was at his desk, hammering away at his laptop. I hoped that meant that he’d found something that could help Antonia. “Hey, man.”
“Hey, I was just about to call you.”
“That mean you found something?”
“Yeah, but you’re not gonna like it.” Shep nodded, swiveling his chair to face one of his monitors. “Her father’s been skimming off the top and stealing from some pretty big players.”
“I’m guessing one of those players was Vittorio.”
“He’s not just a big player. This dude’s loaded, and he’s got some heavy connections to the Italian mafia.”
“Of course he does,” I scoffed. “You got any idea where I can find him?”
“I’m still working on it, and Gus and Riggs are, too.” Gus was the president of the Satan’s Fury Memphis chapter, and Riggs was their club’s hacker. It meant a great deal to me when Shep said, “Prez called them right after he talked to you and explained the situation. They’re sittin’ on go and ready to do whatever they can to help.”