Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
“What?” He coughed again and moved slowly, lifting his feet so his knees were bent. He braced himself, hands curling around the front of his legs.
Smirking, I stood up, just to make him hurt more.
He cursed under his breath, paling. “Wh-what are you inferring? What about that party?”
“That we were in your house.” I raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah. So?”
Fuck. He really didn’t get it. Or there was nothing there he cared that we might’ve found. Still, I had to play my card. I wanted to see if there was something there. I lifted an eyebrow. “Do you think when we got to your house, we immediately went to where the kids were?”
“They would’ve been in the basement. Bell knows to only have his parties there. Everything else is off-limits…” He went rigid, his voice trailing off.
“We were in your house, Phillip. Me and my brother.” I lowered myself to his eye level. I was nice like that. “You think this is the first time we’ve had enemies like you? Granted, high school enemies were a little different. It was simpler back then. Whoever beat the others up the worst was usually the winner. Then there was the guy who wanted to rape my girlfriend, so I set that fucker up. Got him sent to prison. We’ve had other enemies—took down a secret society and put it all on one guy. That worked out. Turned out he was a serial rapist. But here’s the thing. My woman wanted me to change. We couldn’t keep going the path we were going. That’s what I did. I changed. Got a career. Grew up. Became an adult. I was a different person. I am a different person, but here I am, back in Fallen Crest. Back where I’m doing everything I can not to keep beating the shit out of you, even though that’s the only thing I want to do.”
The bloodlust was stirring. “I want to make you bleed, and I want you gone. You’re a cancer. You’re the kind that won’t go away. You’ll keep eating away until you’ve rotted everything that’s good. That’s what you’re going to do to your kid. You’re going to infect him until he’s just like you.”
Shit. The way he was glaring at me, if he’d had a gun on him, he would’ve already shot me. Point blank and right between the eyes.
My amusement died.
Just like my fucking dad.
“What do you want, Kade?” He gritted his teeth, blanching as he tried to move.
“I told you.” I held him back in place, and he winced under my hold. “I want you to go away. Can’t use my old ways. I have a feeling if you got set up or charged with something, it would’t stick. You’ve got money. You’ve got lawyers. Still, though…” I eyed him. Now was the time to play my bluff. “We were in your house, Moreaux. We had access to every room. Open access. What do you think we did before we went downstairs?”
The alarmed look was back.
I wanted to see it grow. “Are you putting the pieces together? We got into your files.”
His eyes were panicked, and then, bullseye. He lost all color in his face. There was something on the computer.
“What do you want?” he sputtered, trying to regroup. “I’ll—I have money hidden. I have information on the other shareholders. I was using it to blackmail them, but I’ll give it to you instead. You can do what you want with it. I’ll give it all to you. Just…”
He was scared.
Fuck. What was in those files?
The roar of engines came from behind me. I looked, but the sound hit me before the headlights peeked over the hill. Motorcycles. They were coming down the road, two by two. Twelve total.
“Oh shit.” Phillip suddenly jerked forward. “Hide me. Quick. You can have my shares. I promise. I’ll…” The motorcycles slowed, turning down the road toward us. “Please! They’re going to kill me.”
Well, fuck. They got closer and I could see who exactly was headed our way. The Red Demons. They ran the other fighting ring. Was this their turf?
“Mason, please.”
I shook him off like he was a flea and stepped away. I didn’t know what was about to happen, but I reached into my pocket. Unlocking my phone, I turned the volume up and made quick work so when I hit the call button, it should be going to Logan. This would be a second gift when he landed.
Their headlights had both of us in the spotlight. They would be watching everything now so I kept my hand in my pocket.
Their charter’s president got off his bike first. “Mason.”
I lifted my chin. “Ghost, right?”
His face was grim. Eyes were empty. Mouth was in a hard line. Taking off his gloves, he motioned to me. “Let’s take a walk.”