Tracker (Hell’s Handlers MC Florida Chapter #3) Read Online Lilly Atlas

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Hell’s Handlers MC Florida Chapter Series by Lilly Atlas
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
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“Hmm…” Jinx folded his arms and leaned against the door frame. “What do I want?” He hummed again. “What do I want?”

Tracker groaned. Jo’s eyes widened, but then she laughed a slightly nervous, slightly amused sound.

“You’re gonna want air after I throat punch you.” Tracker growled.

Jinx let out an overly dramatic gasp. “Excuse me, officer? This man is threatening me with physical harm. I’d like to press charges.”

“Get the fuck out!” Tracker lunged at Jinx, who cracked up and danced backward out of the kitchen.

“I’m heading to get Lock in twenty minutes,” Jinx yelled as the door swung closed. “Text me when you have the keys.”

“Motherfucker,” Tracker muttered under his breath.

He turned back to Jo, who rested against the wall, openly laughing.

“You guys are insane.”

He grinned and waggled his eyebrows at her, but then the reality of their situation crept back in. Much as he’d love to pick up where they’d left off, the shitstorm was rolling in and wouldn’t be ignored. “You ready for what comes next?”

With a soft grunt, Jo shook her head. “Hell no.” She reached up and rubbed a hand over his stubbled cheek. “I like this.”

“And I like you touching me.” He nuzzled into her hand. A possessiveness he’d never felt before pummeled him at the thought of sending her to spend the day with her dick of a partner. “No matter what goes down today, you’re in my bed tonight.”

Heat flashed across her face, and he swore he saw relief as well. He’d also be relieved, but not until he wrapped his arms around her in his bed that night.

“I won’t let you guys down,” she said, her voice full of conviction.

“Never crossed my mind.” He had full faith Jo would do exactly what she promised.

It was the rest of her fellow officers he didn’t trust to protect or serve.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” the lieutenant asked from behind his desk exactly two hours after Tracker’s mouth made Jo’s knees wobble and her heart turn to mush. She’d barely had time to process all his surprising words and shiver-inducing touches before she found herself seated beside her partner, taking orders she had no intention of obeying.

“Yes, sir,” she muttered along with Andrew’s much heartier agreement.

“I do have one question, sir,” Andrew said. His eyes gleamed with greedy excitement.

“Yes, Simpson.”

“Is Lock the only man we have a warrant to arrest? Can we search the premises?”

Search the premises. Jo bit down hard on her tongue to keep from lashing out at her partner. They had no grounds to arrest Lock. She’d provided evidence to her lieutenant of the man’s innocence which was ignored, and now Andrew wanted to raid the entire compound.

With each passing second, keeping her mouth shut became more difficult. Before the meeting, in a last-ditch effort to bring some sanity to this situation, she’d informed Andrew of Lock’s innocence. She let him know about Dante and Lobo and exactly who the department should be focusing its efforts on.

Her partner severed her last thread of faith in him by siding with the lieutenant. His hatred of the MC blinded him to justice, which only strengthened her resolve to help Lock and his brothers. Screw anyone who told her she wasn’t doing her duty. She was the only cop on this force willing to do what was right to serve her community, even if that meant lying and tricking her lieutenant and partner.

“Unfortunately, no,” the LT said. “The judge did issue a search warrant for Lock’s home, but not the entire Handlers’ compound. We are hoping to get one after we find evidence at Lock’s residence.”

“If.”

“Excuse me, Officer Baker?” LT asked.

She shifted under the lieutenant’s harsh glare. “If you find something at Lock’s residence. There’s no possible way you can be certain you’ll find incriminating evidence while you’re sitting there behind your desk. Right?” Unless he’d been planning to plant ‘evidence.’ Something she’d never have believed him capable of until she’d heard the stories of this department’s history and witnessed his fervent hatred of the MC.

His menacing scowl that promised retribution if she continued her insubordination would have had her cowering if she still gave a shit. But she was done.

“I’m not sure what you’re suggesting, Baker, but you should stop talking now. I am certain we’ll find something at Lock’s house because he’s a guilty motherfucker who is poisoning my town.”

They stared each other down until she finally relented and nodded. “Yes, sir.” Arguing with him wouldn’t serve her. Her job today consisted of playing along, showing up at the clubhouse, and acting as surprised as Andrew would be when Lock became a ghost. All the while buying the man time to hide from the law.

A glance at the clock revealed Tracker should be with his beach house-owning client right then. If all went to plan, he’d hand the keys over to Jinx within the hour. If all didn’t go to plan, Lock would be finding a motel to bed down in for the night. That was less desirable because hotels and motels were easy for the cops to check and would be checked right after all the club members’ homes.


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