Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Shiloh would’ve been Janie’s age when she was taken. Even thinking about the same thing happening to Janie made me understand where Silas was coming from. Since he couldn’t leave the life he’d made, he did the only thing he could. And that was cut the people he loved the most off from his life, at the expense of his own happiness.
Knowing that a change of topic was needed for now, I asked the question that had been on the tip of my tongue since he’d arrived. “How about you tell us what’s wrong with you, and why you’re here right now?”
“Amen.” Sebastian muttered.
The preliminaries needed to be covered for Sam and Cheyenne’s benefit. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have listened.
“Frozen, ‘Loh!” It was repeated twelve thousand times before I could hear the sounds of Frozen coming from the family room again. “Okay, okay. Fuck.” I heard Shiloh mutter under her breath.
She was with the kids. Although she wanted to hear about what was going on, someone needed to keep the kids occupied, and since she’d heard half the story before, not to mention being somewhat a part of Silas’ life, unlike Sam, she volunteered to go watch a movie with the kids while the grownups could talk.
Silas sighed. “This doesn’t leave this room. I’ve worked my entire fucking career to get this piece of shit, and I’m so close I can fucking taste it.”
Reaching into his vest pocket, he pulled out a folded up file folder. With careful precise movements, he started to extract each sheet, laying them down carefully and neatly so everyone could see.
“Who’s...” Cheyenne started to say when her voice strangled as the last picture was set out.
“Yes, that is what you think it is.”
My inner fury skyrocketed as I took in what was laid out before me. Little girls, all under the age of what had to be thirteen, dead. All of them were Caucasian. Not as precise on hair color though. Some were blondes, others brunettes. One curly redhead.
“As you can see, they have a thing for little girls. I won’t go into detail on what’s been done to them. Y’all can read that information for yourself. I don’t want to read it again. Needless to say, they don’t have it easy after they’re taken. The foreign trade for Caucasian American girls is through the roof. The man who’s the ringleader of this has a thing for pre-school aged blondes. He also has the entire South Eastern side of The Cerberus Legion at his back seeing as he’s the president of that region.”
Silence. Utter goddamn silence.
“What...” Sebastian said shaking his head. “What...”
Sebastian was a badass in every way. From what I’d learned from Shiloh, he was a marine for five years. After Shiloh had left us alone while she put her nephew down to bed, I’d learned some more about him that he wouldn’t have divulged if she were to have been in the room.
After his second tour of duty in Afghanistan had commenced, he’d done some thinking about things before deciding not to re-up his commitment. He’d prospected for a year before he’d been patched in with The Dixie Wardens MC. He worked tooth and nail for the next eight years to become vice president. His dad didn’t give it to him; it was earned.
From what I’d come to understand about The Dixie Wardens Motorcycle Club from my contacts and a few favors from Jack and Winter, I’d learned that the majority of The Dixie Wardens MC were all law abiding citizens. Sebastian was a member of the local fire department, as were quite a few others. There were also a few police officers in the mix.
However, just because they had regular jobs didn’t mean they didn’t take care of a problem with lethal force if need be. Didn’t protect their territory and club with their lives. They were nothing to sneeze at. A solid four state spread with three separate charters, they demanded respect. They dominated Louisiana, Arkansas, and Alabama. In those three states, they were the ones you thought about when you heard someone talking about a ‘motorcycle club.’ However, they were also in Texas and Oklahoma as well.
They were a solid 1000 plus members strong and still growing. For Sebastian to have a reaction such as the one he was having now, he had to believe that it was bad.
I’d only heard about The Cerberus Legion from the media and paper. Since they weren’t in the area, I had no reason to be concerned before. However, now it was different. Something was happening here, and it was big.
“The agency isn’t sure where to go from here. My cover was blown two nights ago when we had a meeting. They’d contacted me for alliances in my states. They wanted a way into the Southern portions of the US so they could find a way to smuggle their cargo into Mexico. Which is how it was supposed to go since we’d been feeding them the information on us for nearly a year. I’d done pretty good just coming off as a president of a MC. Then your fucking shithead of a sister started asking questions about you, and everything went to shit. I’d told him I didn’t have any children. No wife. No ‘ol lady. Then your sister went and did background checks, and started hunting for birth certificates, asking questions. Found your mother’s name. The birth certificate has me listed as your father. I was selfish. I needed that connection to you, although I thought I’d done a good job in hiding it from my enemies. Left no ties or connections. Not from my own goddamn daughter though. It was sloppy of me, but the man had a thing for princesses, and I didn’t want him to think he could have my daughter so our alliance would be more solid. It all just added up, things worked against me. His man found Sebastian first, and the other two later.” Silas explained with his face in his hands.