Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“You think this will be the end of the Jacks?”
I looked at Stitch and shrugged. “Fuck no. Those fuckers are scrappy. They’re survivors and the ones not in jail yet, are now on Ronan Rhymer’s payroll, at least according to Jasper. I still can’t fully trust Ashby’s intel, but for now, I have no choice until we can confirm it.”
Golden Boy sighed beside me, his gaze worried as he and Max did the silent brother communication thing. Then he turned to me as if they’d decided he’d be the spokesperson.
“That doesn’t seem like too big of a coincidence to you? Old man Rhymer is now working with the men who allegedly kidnapped his daughter and whored her out?”
“Nah. If you would’ve seen her, you’d know the truth. I’m sure Ma told you about Sunday.”
Max nodded. “She did.”
“Then you know that no one would go through that just to pull off some long con.” Max nodded again, but it was reluctant.
“Look,” I said, realizing I was in salesman mode, “the old man made no effort to find her. As far as Savannah is concerned, she’s on her own.”
Cross stared at me with no judgment. “Some of the bitches overheard you fighting with her, said she just wants money to get out of town. Or get high. Why don’t you let her?” But his tone conveyed he knew there was more to it than that. Or was it my imagination? Learning how to read the room the way the Prez had to.
I explained, “I’ve been trying to get some info out of her. About the Jacks, Crusaders, her own fucking father. But withdrawal has been a motherfucker, so she’s less than cooperative. She’s pissed off and hurt about being forgotten about. Maybe a little bit of kindness will make her open up about The Crusaders and Mueller, anything that will help us fight these motherfuckers.”
Cross nodded. “Good plan.”
I didn’t need his approval, but having it gave me a confidence boost I didn’t realize I needed. “Yeah, thanks. Any other business?”
No one spoke up, so I adjourned the meeting, eager to get back to check on Savannah. I hadn’t planned on using her for information, but now that I said it out loud, it was all I could think about. She could use some help, maybe a friend, and I could be that friend in exchange for some intel.
The room emptied quickly. Most of the guys were eager to get home to their women or businesses, and others were eager to get the party started as early as possible. I was the last one out, locking the sacred door behind me.
Outside, I chatted with some of my men before we put our helmets on and headed out. Jameson waited for me beside my bike. “You sure you know what you’re doing, bro?” His cool gray stare tried to see through my blank stare.
“No, I’m not sure, Jamie, but what else can I do? You all don’t get it because you just hear that she’s Savannah Rhymer and remember all the horrible shit that goes along with that. But all I saw was a woman in need, even before I realized who she was.”
“And this isn’t about sex?”
I glared at my kid brother, and he held his hands up defensively, laughing. “I had to ask. We’ve all done some crazy shit in the name of good pussy.”
I couldn’t deny that. “I wouldn’t put the MC at risk over pussy, Jamie.” It pissed me off that my own damn brother thought that was a possibility. “She’s been through hell, man. Fucked nonstop against her will. Pumped full of drugs so she wouldn’t put up a struggle as three or four guys fucked her. At once. I mean, I know some chicks like that shit, but she had no choice. How can I not help her?”
Jameson nodded. “Isn’t that what old man Rhymer and Mueller do? Steal girls for their pervert friends? Against their will?”
I ran a hand through my hair, letting out my frustration on a long slow breath. “Yeah, I know. I’m trying to wrap my head around this.”
I pulled a cigarette out of my jacket pocket and lit it. I took a drag and blew the smoke out. Not helping.
“You know Jamie, we have fucking whore houses, but those girls are all clean, legit, and love what they do. I’m okay with that. If a woman wants to fuck for money, more power to her. But forcing someone to get high and fuck twenty-four-seven is wrong. No matter who does it.”
“I hear ya, bro. Makes me sick that someone who calls himself a man would do that to anyone.”
“Yeah, Jamie. It is wrong. And we have to stop those fuckers. I’m hoping I can get some intel from her. Just give me the chance.”