Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Were you there when the bus was broken into?”
I shake my head. “No. Keenan took me to get some food. Whoever done it must have done it when I was gone.”
“What were they looking for?” she asks me, narrowing her eyes, “do you know?”
I shake my head. “No. I honestly don’t. I swear, Susan.”
I’m a liar.
A horrible, disgusting liar.
“Do you know if anything was stolen?”
I shake my head again. “We didn’t hang around long enough to find out. Keenan wanted to get me out of there, just in case anyone was hanging around.”
“And you’re sure you don’t know what this might be about?”
“No,” I tell her, my voice confident even though inside I feel like I’m about to have a full-blown panic attack.
“Okay. Get some rest. We’ll see what we can find out. I’ll keep you updated.”
I nod, and she leaves the room. When she’s gone, my knees start to shake and I lower myself to the floor, and put my head in my hands. I stay like that for a good long while, just trying to gather myself. Then, I decide to try and call Maverick. This time, his phone doesn’t even ring, it goes straight to voicemail.
I start to cry.
Dammit.
What am I going to do?
If I tell Treyton, I’ll be dead tonight.
I think my only option is to pretend like nothing has happened, and the second we roll into Denver, I’ll go straight to the club and get their help.
I really don’t know what other option I have right now?
What have I done?
-22-
MAVERICK
My chest feels like it’s going to explode.
I’m that hurt, and that fucking angry, and that fucking betrayed. I thought she was a good one. I thought she was the one. The one that would be different. The one that would change things. The one that would help me learn how to fuckin’ breathe again.
I was wrong.
She’s a liar.
And she will pay.
“The bus rolls in today,” Mal tells me, standing outside the club house with a cigarette in his hand. “Had Koda go and watch. He reported that they were at a hotel this morning, and there were a lot of people coming in and out of the bus. He thought maybe they weren’t takin’ it, but Scarlett showed early hours, and they hit the road. Not sure what happened, but they’re still moving, so that’s a good thing.”
“Ok,” I mutter, lighting my own smoke and inhaling deeply.
Rage is like a heavy stone in my gut, ready to explode.
“No doubt Treyton is watching, waiting for that bus to come to a stop. We gotta get to it before he does. Far as I know, they’ll go straight to her ranch, and leave it there. You got the address, so we have that advantage. We’ll make sure we are ready to get into it as soon as it’s free. I imagine he’ll come in during the night, if we can pull it off during the day, he’ll find a whole lot of nothin’ when he tries to raid it.”
“Yeah,” I grunt, “he ain’t stupid enough to show his face during the day. Only we fuckin’ are. How are we goin’ to get into her ranch and get into that bus without anyone noticin’?”
“You.”
I shoot him a glare. “Me?”
“Yeah. You. You’re going to call Scarlett. Tell her you want to see her, make sure she’s safe by checking out the ranch before she settles in. Tell her you want to make sure she has enough security, so you’re bringing the club around. You distract her, we’ll get into the bus. Then we’ll be out of there.”
“Are you out of your fuckin’ mind?” I bark. “I see her, I’ll slit her damned throat.”
Mal’s eyes flash. “Calm fuckin’ down, brother. You don’t know that she is on their side. Fuck, you’re barely givin’ her a chance. Do you want to take this fucker down, or do you not? If you’re not with me, I’ll make the fuckin’ call myself, and go without you.”
My chest swells, and I clench my fists. “No. I’m fuckin’ goin’. I want her to look me in the eyes when she lies to my fuckin’ face.”
Mal exhales. “Then make the call. The bus will be here in a matter of hours. We need to get straight in. Treyton will not wait long. From the sounds, there are a lot of drugs on that bus, and he’ll want them out. So, pull your shit together, act normal until we have possession of them, and then you can flip out at the girl.”
“Right,” I mutter.
“You goin’ to be able to handle this?”
“Yeah.”
He sighs. “Good. Then make the call.”
I jerk my phone out of my pocket and walk towards the back of the club house. It’s been a long time since I’ve been back here, and it isn’t helping things. Memories of Nerissa flood my mind, and combine that with the pain Scarlett is currently inflicting, and I’m about to snap. I take a deep breath, try and make my voice sound normal, and dial Scarlett’s number. She answers on the second ring, and the sound of her voice makes my heart fuckin’ explode.