Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“Fuck.” I threw on my jeans and rushed over to open the door. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Viper’s waiting for you in his office. He’ll explain everything.”
On my way out the door, I grabbed a t-shirt, then followed Axel down the hall. When we got down to Viper’s office, Hawk and Menace were already there waiting on us. Viper was sitting behind his desk, and it was clear from his expression that he was fucking pissed. As soon as he saw we were all there, he announced, “I just got a call from Tate Morgan. He’s one of the cops who came to the strip club the other night. He just got wind to the fact some detective is working on getting a warrant to search the strip club and the clubhouse.”
“How much time do we have?”
“Can’t say for sure. A couple of hours at best.”
“Fuck!” Anger marked Hawk’s face as he asked, “This got something to do with the girl?”
“Apparently, so.” Viper grumbled curses under his breath. “Cops are trying to make some connection to her disappearance and the anonymous tip that was called in about a woman being tossed at Stilettos.”
“Someone’s pushing pretty hard to make that kind of connection.”
“Right now, none of that matters. We’ve gotta get moving.” This wasn’t the first time the cops had tried to take down the Sinners. For a while, it seemed like they were always snooping around, but this was the first time they’d gone after both the strip club and the clubhouse at the same time. With the amount of product we had at Stilettos and the artillery we had at the clubhouse, it would take some time to get everything moved. Knowing we didn’t have a minute to waste, I looked over to Menace and ordered, “Get with Country, Rafe, and Widow. You guys get things cleared out at Stilettos while we handle things here.”
“You got it,” Menace replied as he bolted out of the room. I was about to follow when Axel asked, “What about the girl? We can’t let the cops find her here.”
“No, we can’t. We’ll have to move her.” Viper looked over to me as he said, “Get the boys started with clearing things out, and then deal with the girl. You can leave her at the locker with Ada May.”
“On it.”
As soon as Hawk and I left Viper’s office, we got busy rounding up all the prospects and putting them to work. We didn’t want the cops coming across anything they might be able to hold against us, so we had them load up all the weapons, blow, and cash on hand into the SUVs. It was a lot to contend with, but it had to be done. Knowing I could trust Hawk to make sure the job was done right, I left them and headed down the hall to get Remington. When I reached her room, I knocked on her door, then slowly eased it open. It was still pretty early, so I wasn’t surprised to find her still asleep. I quietly stepped over to the bed and placed my hand on her arm, gently shaking her as I whispered, “Remington. Hey, Remington, you need to wake up.”
With a fearful gasp, her eyes flew open. “What’s wrong?”
“The cops are coming. We’ve gotta move you to the locker.”
“The what?”
“You’ll see when we get there.” I motioned for her to get up. “We need to get going.”
Trying to wake herself up, Remington ran her hand over her face and sighed. “Okay, but I don’t have any shoes.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
I leaned down and lifted her into my arms, carefully carrying her out of the room. I’d just stepped out into the hall when she looked over to me with a horrified expression. “You’re not going to give me a chance to get changed or at the very least, brush my hair and teeth?”
“There’s no time.”
Being careful not to jar her, I carried Remington outside to the SUV. She was still pretty sore, so I put her in the front and eased the seat back, giving her room to recline back. Once she was settled, I went around back to check in with Hawk and the others. Just as I’d hoped, they had everything loaded into Axel’s SUV and mine, and we were ready to roll out. Viper looked over to me and said, “I think we’re good. Call me when you get everything sorted at the locker.”
“Will do.”
I motioned to the others to let them know that it was time to go. Hawk followed me over to my SUV, and we both got inside. Just before we pulled off, Viper shouted, “Tell Ada May I’ll be by there soon.”
“You better, or she’ll have your ass,” Hawk teased.
“Don’t I know it.”
Viper gave the nod, and we were on our way. With Axel and a couple of the prospects following behind me, I started driving over to the club’s storage lot. On the outside, the place looked like your typical storage facility. There were forty units, ranging in size with a high fence and cameras posted at every corner. The minute Viper saw the place, he knew we had to have it, and he was right. When times like these rolled around, we needed a place to stash our goods, and with the underground safe he’d installed in one of the units, we had the perfect cover. Since day one, the brothers had called the place “the locker,” and I had to admit the name fit.