Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
“OK,” Jax said, nodding his head. “Assuming they’re right and he had something to do with the attack. What does he gain?”
I shrugged. “Bust in the fucking door and ask the bastard.”
Razor grinned. “I always liked you, Holly. This is just one of many reasons why.”
Jax bared his teeth at Razor and pulled me into his arms. “Mine. Don’t even look at her.”
Razor chuckled. “Lock her down if you want to keep her, man. She has enough of a vicious streak to make the perfect old lady.”
“She knows I’m keepin’ her. Had her property cut made when I made prospect.”
“Uh, hello? I’m right here.” I shoved away from Jax, but he refused to let me go. I wasn’t as torn up about it as I should have been. “Don’t talk about me like you think I can’t hear you.”
“Wouldn’t think of it, Maddog.” Razor winked at me, and it was hard to keep the grin off my face, but I managed. Barely.
“I know you have no reason to suspect Chris had anything to do with the attack. Aside from being a shitty human being, I can’t figure out how hurting everyone he brought on a private jet, including a congressional security detail, benefits him in any way. All I’m saying is, maybe Shotgun or someone should look into the trip. See if they can find any breadcrumbs leading off in a tangent.”
“Do you want to call Shotgun? Tell him what you suspect and give him some details?” Jax spoke softly. Neither man continued to pound on the door to the room where Chris was hiding. It wasn’t like he could go anywhere. He’d probably try to call someone if some kind of deal had gone south, or to have his daddy’s lawyers meet us at the airport. But, unluckily for him, we weren’t going to the airport.
“Yeah. I need to let my mom and dad know I’m OK, too.”
“Wrath’s been in constant contact with us since we left, so he knows.” Jax stroked my cheek and smiled down at me. “But I know it’ll be much better to hear your voice.”
“I’d offer you the use of the conference room, but it seems to have been requisitioned by Senator Alistair’s office.” Razor’s dry humor was almost welcome. I fought another grin.
“Well, I voted for the other guy,” I quipped. “So unless the senator actually did hire ExFil to come get his son, tell that rat bastard he needs to sit out here with the women he played. If you give the green light, there’s at least one of them who’d gladly change him from a rooster to a hen.”
“Noted.” Razor nodded to Jax. “You want to do the honors, or do you want me to?”
“I got this.” Jax took one step forward and kicked the door to the small room so hard, the whole thing splintered off its hinges. The room wasn’t supposed to be secure or anything, so the doors were pretty flimsy. I had no doubt the effect was what Jax was going for. If so, it sounded like Chris was suitably impressed if his screams were any indication.
“Now,” Razor boomed, stepping in the doorway, his massive shoulders so wide he had to turn sideways. “Time to buckle in for landing.” Razor snagged him by the arm, jerking Chris’s cell phone out of his hand as he did. He glanced at the screen before putting the phone to his ear. He listened for a brief moment before speaking. “Sorry. Your son’s a little busy right now. I’ll have him call you back after we land.” Razor ended the call and tossed the phone to Jax. “Might need this later.”
“Hey! Gimme back my fucking phone!”
“What are you talking about?” Jax said, looking at him all innocent-like. “I didn’t see no phone.” He lifted his chain at Razor. “You seen one?”
Razor grinned. “Nope. Now, come on. Let’s go sit over here. There’s a nice seat waiting for you in the middle of some really beautiful women.”
Chapter Five
Jax
“I’ve seen some stupid motherfuckers in my time, but this guy takes the fuckin’ cake.” I was watching Shotgun go through the files on Alistair’s phone while we were still in the air. Holly had called Celeste and Wrath, both of whom had said nothing other than how happy they were that she was OK. They hadn’t mentioned how worried they were or how stupid it had been of her to take off like she did, and I breathed a small sigh of relief. After that, she and Shotgun had discussed what she’d found.
Holly had gone to sit in the crew section while Shotgun and I looked this over. Shotgun because he was the Black Reign MC tech guy. Me because I wanted the information first, Goddamnit. If Wrath got this before me, he’d murder the man the second he stepped off the aircraft. Shotgun said the plane’s sat connection was secure and not as slow as I might think, but he wanted to take more than a couple of hours to analyze the phone data. Working on this now might not speed things up, but it didn’t hurt to try. We were less than an hour out, but we continued to comb through what we could. The more questions and answers we had before we had to interrogate the man directly, the better.