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)
Stef hurried across the road, coming from the city building. “We need to talk. A few of us are worried about how recent events could potentially have an effect on county business, and you’re at the heart of them. We knew you were coming in this morning to talk to the sheriff’s department so we thought we could catch you for an informal chat.”
“No.” He wasn’t going to talk about codes or plans or shit. There was only so far he was willing to go to support Sabrina, and taking a meeting with council people was definitely a bridge way too fucking far. “I have tampons to buy.”
He started to cross the street with his friends, who were snorting and proving themselves to be extremely juvenile.
“Then we’ll do it at the school board meeting, Sawyer,” Talbot said in a deep voice. “We can get this out of the way or we’ll do it in public.”
He stopped.
“You can’t kill him,” Lucy whispered.
Oh, he could. But then Sabrina would have lost the biggest donor to her school, and she’d pretty much be pissed at him because he probably shouldn’t murder people who annoyed him.
“Fine.” He turned. “See you two later. This better be good, Talbot. You just lost me my experts at what heavy flow means.”
Stef shook his head as though he wasn’t sure he’d heard what he’d heard, and then he was jogging to keep up. “We’re in the main conference room.”
Sawyer strode through the doors leading to the lobby. It wasn’t half bad, though it could use a couple of tables. Maybe some nicely made chairs. This was Bliss. It wasn’t supposed to be some arty farty place. It should be homey.
What the hell were they going to complain about now? He’d known the sheriff had handled things too well the night before. Now there would be the actual reckoning. A flare of anger started up. Now they would tell him he was threatening the whole town by having Wyatt around. Or maybe they would simply lump them together. After all, they’d both been members of that fucked-up MC at one point in time.
Sabrina. He forced himself to follow Talbot down the long hallway toward the big double doors dominating the end. Sabrina would be the leverage they used. They would point out all the ways he could hurt Sabrina and her reputation in the town.
And he was going to tell them to fuck right the hell off.
Or should he listen? Had things honestly changed beyond the fact that Sabrina was sexy and mean and could take him down when he needed it?
He still was nothing more than the owner of a seedy bar with questionable connections.
Talbot opened the door and Sawyer wondered who was going to be the town’s enforcer. Probably Wright and maybe the mayor, and definitely Mel, who would tell him not to touch his brand-new daughter.
Yep. He stood inside the doorway, and all three of those men were there along with Max and Rye Harper, who sat next to Henry Flanders. The ex-CIA agent was sunny and smiling and had a baby on his chest.
And for a moment he’d thought he might fit in.
Mel stood, a serious expression on his face. “Welcome, son.”
Son? “What the hell is going on?”
Talbot closed the doors behind them. “Like I said, it’s time we talked.”
“Welcome, Sawyer,” Mel intoned formally. “This is a Meeting of Men.”
Alarm bells went off. This was way worse than a dressing down.
They were going to…fuck…they were going to give him advice.
He tested the doors but they were locked.
So much worse than buying feminine necessaries…
Wyatt was still at the station house. No one would save him.
“Shall we get started?” Mel asked.
Sawyer turned and faced what he was sure would be the most horrifying hours of his entire life.
Chapter Fourteen
Wyatt stared down at the report Cameron Briggs had placed in his hands. It was his testimony on what had happened the night before, and he was supposed to ensure it was all accurate and truthful.
It was filled with lies.
Lies he and Sawyer had agreed upon. Lies Sabrina had claimed were necessary.
She didn’t want him any more involved with his brother’s business than he did. She knew he’d given him the account access he’d needed, knew it was from a criminal enterprise, and she’d told him she didn’t think it was a good idea to mention it in this report.
He was dragging Sabrina and Sawyer down.
This isn’t your life anymore, she’d said, staring into his eyes. It’s the past, and you handed it back to him. That’s all.
He’d handed his brother more money so he could cause more pain, sell more drugs, kill more enemies.
He was being a coward.
“I’m going to grab some coffee,” Cam said, standing. The big blond deputy gave him a smile. “Read your statement thoroughly and let me know if we need to make any changes. You want anything from the break room? Nell sent muffins. They’re surprisingly good for vegan.”