Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“If you call them burning his tat off decent terms,” Sawyer muttered, his eyes coming up, gaze finding Wyatt’s.
The sheriff whistled. “So they weren’t happy about you going, but you paid the price they demanded. Why would they bug you now?”
“He is the guy’s brother,” the deputy pointed out. “Some brothers are assholes who play practical jokes on each other. Maybe he came in thinking he would see you and catch up on stuff and when you weren’t here, he decided to mess around.”
“When I left, I was told I was out forever. I believe the words my brother used were cast off. I’m not to be acknowledged by anyone in the family.” Wyatt had been cool with it. He’d never wanted to see any of them again. “I don’t know why he would do it, and I’m not sure I’m sold on it being my brother. There are plenty of MCs out there and even more dudes who ride bikes around for fun. Some of them cause trouble.”
But not many who wore those particular gloves.
Not many who could have a real reason to fuck with him.
He couldn’t know. His brother couldn’t possibly know what he’d done the night he’d performed his final act for the club. No one could know.
“You’re right,” the sheriff agreed. “We’ll take a look at the traffic cam footage and see what we can come up with. In the meantime, I’ll get this report finished so you can have insurance come out and start a claim.” He tipped his hat. “Sawyer, I’ll get you the info on the new systems.”
Sawyer nodded. “Thanks, Sheriff. Deputy Briggs.”
They walked out, leaving him alone with Sawyer.
“It’s not my brother.” Wyatt refused to believe it. There was no reason for his brother to come after him. They’d made their deal. He’d paid the price.
Oh, but you didn’t. Did you? You made him think you paid that price in sin and blood, but you tricked the devil, and you’ve always known if he ever finds out…
If his brother ever learned what he’d done, everyone Wyatt cared about would be in trouble.
He was being paranoid.
“Okay,” Sawyer said, sitting down across from him. “But if it was, why would he be here?”
He couldn’t tell Sawyer, couldn’t tell anyone.
“I’m not sure,” Wyatt said quickly. “What would even be the point in coming into the bar and throwing around a couple of chairs? It’s not how my brother does things. If he wanted a meeting, he would demand a meeting. He would have left something.”
“Did you check your desk?”
“How would he know?” But he was already opening the top drawer.
Bile rose in his throat because there was a card. It was red, the color the Horde used.
Wyatt pulled it out and slid the card from the envelope. It was a birthday card. The kind you would buy for a kid. There was a puppy with a hat on decorating the cover.
Wyatt opened the card.
Happy belated birthday, brother. Need you to figure out some of the accounting stuff you left behind. Turns out the new guy can’t get into a couple of the accounts. I tried to see you last night but you weren’t home, and my bike won’t take me up the mountain you’re living on. So I’ll send someone by tonight. Make sure you’re available. We can do this the hard way or the easy way. Tell Sawyer I said hi.
Wayne
He was screwed, and he wasn’t about to take Sabrina down with him.
* * * *
Sawyer looked at the card and managed to stifle the growl he felt in the back of his throat.
Those fuckers had come into his bar? They’d thrown his chairs around and helped themselves to the emergency cash? They were threatening his friend?
“You do something with the accounts?” Sawyer knew Wyatt had been trained to take care of the club money. It would be an excellent—if dangerous—way to fuck with them.
“No,” Wyatt said quickly. “I would never touch a dime of it. It’s all coated in blood. I didn’t take any money from the club, and I did nothing to hinder their use of the accounts. When I left I didn’t want any excuse for my brother to come after me.”
“But you did something.”
“Nothing he could know about,” Wyatt replied, and his jaw firmed stubbornly. “Please don’t ask me about it. I made promises.”
So this had something to do with his conscience. Likely he’d helped someone his brother would have a problem with. Sawyer could understand. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to wake up and it’s two days ago and it’s still snowing,” Wyatt said.
Sabrina would still be in bed, and he could curl himself around her. They would make love to her and then tease her about all the sexy sounds she made, and Sawyer would lay his head on her chest and listen to her heartbeat while she ran her fingers through his hair.