Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Just let me call him,” I snap.
“Let her,” Remy nods to Riggs.
Riggs hands me the phone. “Five minutes.”
I dial Dane’s number and as predicted, he doesn’t answer. I leave a message saying I was sorry, someone answered my phone, and he could call me back.
A minute later, he does.
“They’re listening, I know they are,” Dane says before I have the chance to say anything.
Dane is smart.
So fucking smart.
Riggs and Beckett glance at each other.
“They know,” I say carefully. “But, if you agree to the original deal, then we can still help you.”
“What fuckin’ deal?” Beckett snaps.
I ignore him.
Dane goes quiet. “Are you in danger, Poppy?”
“No,” I lie, because honestly, I don’t know if I am or not.
All I know is the original deal is the only way to get this to go away.
Dane leaves the club alone, and we give him Rocco and his goons.
It’s a good deal.
Dane knows that.
“Mateo never showed, must have figured it out,” Dane tells me quickly. “Rocco is pissed and you’re in danger.”
“Then we’re running out of time. Let’s go back to what we originally had planned,” I push. “We’ll plant the money, you take him down and leave the club out of it.”
Beckett glances at me when I say that.
“Yes, that’s right,” I say to him. “I didn’t want the club touched.”
Dane exhales. “For now, we’ll go with that. When can I see you?”
“Ah, you can’t. We’re just going to have to communicate over the phone. I need ... I’ll need a few days. I’ll get the money planted and we’ll go from there.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing, Poppy,” Dane says, before hanging up.
I glance at Riggs, who is staring at me, his expression incredibly hard to read. “What?” I mutter.
“You’re workin’ with a fuckin’ cop?”
I shrug. “Meh.”
“I’ve killed for less,” he growls.
“Then kill me, Riggs!” I shout. “God knows you’re all throwing that around and yet none of you have done it. If you’re going to do it, then fucking do it, otherwise shut your damned mouth and help a girl out here. I will tell you what needs to be done, if I do that, then I want to be let go.”
“You’re not leavin’,” Beckett informs me, his voice scratchy.
“Oh, I am,” I say, meeting his gaze. “And one way or another, unless you kill me, I’ll find a way to do that. So we can either work together, or you can kill me now and be done with it. What’s it going to be, boys?”
Remy looks to Riggs and shrugs. “I say we clear this shit up. Sounds like they’re onto a good plan.”
“Agreed,” Riggs reluctantly says. “But you’re stayin’ with Beckett until this is sorted, and the both of you are stayin’ in the warehouse.”
“What?” Beckett hisses. “You can’t be fuckin’ serious.”
“Only safe place, brother. We have to keep her out of town until this is over. Got a better idea?”
Beckett’s lips go white they’re that tight.
He doesn’t argue.
Great.
This should be fun.
12
“Back already,” Hank murmurs when I walk back into the warehouse with three bikers behind me.
“Fuck you, Hank. I’ll drop you.”
He grins. “Good escape plan, I’ll give you that. But you never run on a road, Poppy.”
“Thanks for the life tips,” I say, crossing my arms. “Anything else useful you might like to share now it will absolutely not help me?”
Hank shrugs. “That was it.”
“Wonderful, now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go into my room and attempt to hang myself from the ceiling because right now, that seems far more enjoyable than being stuck with you all looking at me the way you’re looking at me.”
“Until I’ve fully secured the lot, you’re stayin’ out here,” Beckett tells me, walking toward the front door.
“Oh sure, no problem, boss,” I mutter, flopping down onto the sofa and crossing my arms.
“You put yourself in this mess, Poppy,” Riggs informs me, carefully. “Could have stuck to the plan and we would be nearly done by now.”
“No, we wouldn’t have been. You guys don’t know which way is in or out at this point. The plan is a mess and I have people after me. You were giving me no choice. I had to make my own deal with Rocco and go and carry that out, that deal involved handing over someone equally as dangerous and a whole lot fucking smarter, which was never going to happen.”
“Where is your husband?” Remy asks.
“Probably on the hunt for me now he’s figured out I was literally just trying to hand him over to a cartel, so now I have him on my back, too.”
“We’ll sort it out,” Riggs tells me. “You’ve gone over the plan with us, we’ll work with you to clear this and then you’ll never show your face in this club again.”
“Gladly,” I mutter.
Remy and Riggs disappear to the back of the warehouse to discuss something while I put my money making shit back together, feeling like a complete idiot because now I have lost valuable time. I was certain my plan would work, I should have known better, god, I should have thought about what I was doing. Really thought about it. Instead, I fucked it all up and now I’m even more of a prisoner than I was before.