Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
“Will do. I’ll send a message to Boomer. He needs to be abreast of everything going on.”
“Go ahead, but I’m letting Watson go back to Dallas because I’m not interested in the drama. We have too much shit going down at the moment.”
“That we do.” I end the call and pull up to the station. The second I pop out of my ride, Law comes out to meet me. “How’s it going?”
“His associate is already calling his lawyers.”
“Good. That’s what he needs to do. He falsified a report because he wants his niece back.”
“Just so you know, I can record his ass, so if you get him to talk that’ll be for our benefit.” The jail’s small considering we don’t need a large facility. It has one large holding cell and the desks outside of it.
“Come on in, Mr. West.” I see the brute on the side who is pretty large, but not as big as Beast or Blade. He gives me a dirty look.
“Thanks, Sheriff. So where is the guy who fucked up my property?” The asshole in question stands there, glaring at me. I toss him a wink. “You know damn well how much that bike means to me.”
“Not as much as my niece. I want her back,” he roars through the bars.
“I wasn’t talking to you, you fucking prick. What’s with your niece? Are you some creep who has a thing for his underage family? That’s disgusting.”
“Shut up. She’s supposed to be married to someone else.”
“Wow, so you sold off your niece like cattle and now, you can’t pay up because she fled. That’s interesting.”
“What’s it going to take for you to let these charges go and find my niece?”
“A million dollars,” I say.
“Are you fucking nuts? She’s not worth that and neither is that damn bike.”
“I know you’re not going to pay that, and I’m sure as hell never going to do either of those things.”
“If you have her, we’ll get her.”
“If you try to come after her, I have a fuck load of lead with your name on it. If she wants to go back home to be sold, she’ll go. I’ve got nothing to do with that. Although, I can’t imagine for the life of me why she’d want that though. I have to ask, since she’s been missing for eight months, how come it took you so long to get the stolen vehicle report out?”
“Bureaucratic red tape.”
“So forging titles takes time?”
“No, I had to wait for the original to come in, you asshole.” God, could you give it up any easier?
“Law, are we good?” I question, smiling because he’s recording everything.
“Perfect.”
“All I need you to do is read over this report and then sign here.” I read through the report, stealing glances at the thug in the corner who is a little too foolish for his own good. I’ll drop him so quickly he won’t know what happened.
“Where is my lawyer, you backward ass hick?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know?” Law tells him, shrugging. “This bastard is from Texas like us and has a lot of nerve calling me a hick.”
“He’s on his way, Mr. Watson,” Harding says.
“Good. Now, excuse me. I’m going back to work. I still have three cars to work on and not the one you stole either, Mr. Watson.”
“You know where my niece is and I’m going to find out.”
“I’ve warned you already. You’re messing with the wrong man. Keep it up and I’m going to find out why she ran away and have her file charges on your ass as well. One of the local district attorneys is my friend.”
I walk out without another word because every minute needling this motherfucker is precious minutes away from Mackenzie.
Chapter 6
Mackenzie
Waiting for Simon to return seems like an eternity. I miss him more than I should considering I’ve spent the last eight months avoiding him like the plague, but now that we have met, I can’t get enough. Our first kiss sent me over the edge, and I tried to climb him like a damn tree, rubbing against his stiffened branch for relief.
“He’ll be back soon. There’s probably paperwork for him to do,” Blade says, standing behind the bar with his eyes on me. I like him. He’s always been polite even when his sister worked his nerves at the store.
Stopping my crazy behavior, I apologize. “I’m sorry I’m pacing. I’m acting like a silly fool.”
“Do you want a coke? We have Pepsi or Coke.”
I walk up to the bar and sit down on the stools. This place is nice. Now that I’m sitting down and not freaking out, I can take in the atmosphere of the Steele Riders clubhouse. It’s a massive open floor space with a bar and chill spot with at least a sixty-inch flat screen on the wall. “I’ll take a Pepsi although I don’t think I truly need the caffeine. I’m ready to bounce off walls right now.”