Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“I’m your mother, dear. I’ll always worry.”
I talked to her for a moment longer, then ended the call and finally got to work. Surprisingly, I was able to keep my focus, and by the time lunch rolled around, I was feeling pretty good about what I’d accomplished. I went to grab a bite with Jackson, then returned and got back at it. By the end of the day, I’d finished everything I needed to do and was feeling pretty good about things.
I grabbed my things and headed to the daycare to pick up Dalton. On the way home, we stopped for a quick bite of dinner, then we both got ready for bed. I kept expecting a call or text from Malcomb, but I received neither. And the following day was more of the same.
And just like that, I was back to questioning everything.
And I’d questioned things for long enough.
CHAPTER 19
Savage
“I was beginning to think you weren’t gonna show today.”
“You know better than that.” Rooster gave me a questioning look, so I added, “Come on. I’m late, but I’m not that late.”
I opened the back door, and Rooster followed me inside. “Not what I meant.”
“So, what did you mean?”
He knew about Dalton and the argument I’d had with Londyn, so I wasn’t surprised when he said, “Figure you had a long night.”
“I did.”
“Well, how was it?”
“It wasn’t too bad. Actually, it went pretty well.” I shrugged. “We’re still trying to sort things out.”
“And the kid?”
“The kid is something. Really something.” I couldn’t help but smile as I told him, “You’ve gotta meet him, Roost. Kid will melt your heart.”
“So, you’re really a dad, huh?”
Before he could respond, Torch and Chains came charging through the door, and they both looked like they were ready to throw down. Something was clearly wrong, so I asked, “What’s going on?”
“Ah, nothing,” Chains grumbled. “We just spent the past half hour trying to lose a fucking tail, and I damn near wiped out twice.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Torch was quick to reply, “You remember the two Camaros that drove by right after we did the drop for Bruton?”
“Yeah, what about ‘em?”
“They’re here, and they were hot on our asses all through town.”
“Damn. You sure it was them?”
“Yeah, no doubt about it. The red one had the same fucking rims and that stupid Panama Jack sticker on the back window.”
Rooster turned to me with a scowl. “What do you think that was all about?”
“If I had to guess, I’d say they’re making it clear that they weren’t happy we were in their territory.”
“But how’d they know where to find us?”
“Same way we’re gonna find them.” Chains and Torch followed as I started down the hall. “We’re gonna get Bones to track down their license plate numbers and figure out who these assholes are.”
Bones was the club’s hacker, and he was damn good at his job. I’d seen him do some pretty amazing stuff, and I had no doubt that he'd be able to find out who these assholes were. When we got down to his room, Bones was sitting at his desk, tapping away at his keyboard.
"Yo, Bones," I said, walking into his makeshift office. “I need you to do a little digging for me.”
“Oh, yeah?” He looked intrigued as he asked, “Whatcha got?”
"Need to find the license plate numbers for two Camaros that were in town earlier."
“Okay. Any particular reason why?”
“They’re the guys we saw the day of the drop.”
“So, they decided to track you guys down?”
“Apparently so. Now, it’s our turn to do the same,” I explained. “If we can figure out who these guys are, then we can bring them in and find out what they’re up to.”
“Got it.” He turned back to his computer as he said, “Just give me a few minutes, and I’ll see what I can find.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” I turned, and as I started out the door, I told him, “I’m gonna go fill in Prez. Let me know what you find out.”
“You got it.”
Rooster followed as I started down the hall. I hadn’t gotten far when he inched up beside me and asked, “So, what about Cotton?”
“What about him?”
“You told him about the kid yet?” he pressed.
“Haven’t gotten around to it.”
“How you reckon he’s gonna take the news?”
I stopped and faced him as I told him, “Probably about as well as I did.”
“So, when are you planning to talk to him and Cass?”
“I don’t know. Soon, I guess.”
A smirk slipped across his face as he asked, “Can I be there when you do?”
“What?”
“Cotton’s gonna have your ass in a sling, brother, and I kind of wanna be there to watch when it happens.”
“What the fuck makes you think he’s gonna have my ass?”
“I don’t know. Maybe the fact that he’s been on you from the start to talk to Londyn, and you always had some fucked-up reason not to.”