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The detective laughed and then searched his cooperating rat and led the way inside. The detective already had two glasses of top-shelf scotch poured.
“Cheers, Mark,” the detective said.
Mark glared at the detective. There was an ending to this. An escape. But first…
“Today feels like a good day to take town a motorcycle club,” the detective said. “I know there are others in town helping out. Cops, lawyers, doctors. It’s a whole thing. I’d rather just cut the head off the snake and end it, you know? Those other people, they may not have a choice. But they will. We’re going to liberate them, Mark. Of course, that’s only if you have information. The way I see it… I’ve been waiting too long. Did I tell you about my first wife?”
“No.”
The detective chuckled. “She thought she could withhold sex from me. I’m talking nothing. I’m talking the cliché giving me a blowjob on my birthday thing. I’m talking she’d wear something sexy on Christmas Eve. You know? I don’t play that game. I warned her too. Our neighbor? She was perfection. Tan skin. Fake tits. Loved to sit out in her hot tub and relax. One time she caught me looking and the next night she was topless. Caught me looking and the next night she’s sitting on the edge of the hot tub, fingering herself. The next night, I was waiting for her. The big, mean detective. As luck would have it, she got a speeding ticket that day. For thirty over. Not good. She sucked my cock better than any woman ever did. I got rid of the speeding ticket. We fucked like rabbits in that hot tub, out of it, in her house, everywhere. She screamed with pleasure so loud, my soon-to-be ex-wife heard it.”
The detective never once had a problem showing off how much of an asshole he truly was.
The detective raised his glass. “Mark, what I’m trying to say is that this is it. This is your drink. Your last visit. I don’t wait forever. There are dozens of street scum that would love to turn on you guys. I can penetrate anyone in the club too.”
After finishing his drink, the detective took out a set of cuffs and a gun.
“Ready to talk, Mark?”
That sent Mark-Rat-Tar’s heart into a frenzy. He’d been feeding bits and pieces for some time now. Sure, it was going to end up like this at some point. But right now? Today? Like this?
“There was a car accident in town. The car was moved into another town because of yellow bunny. That stuff is in town but the MC is hiding like it’s not.”
“Big fucking deal,” the detective said.
“The club is going after the person who owns the car.”
“Interesting.”
“The way I see it, Detective, you’ll have the club at a house, each guy with illegal weapons and more, poised to kill someone. All over drugs. I think that ties it up nicely. A bunch of bikers in a drug house. Illegal weapons. Fuck, let someone kill the guy and then you’ve got a nice murder charge.”
The detective chuckled. “See, Mark? See what happens when you apply yourself? You could have been a detective. Could have been running undercover. Getting paid to do this stuff instead of turning your back on the men you call ‘brothers’…”
“Are we done here?”
“Only need one more thing,” the detective said.
“What?”
The detective refilled his own glass with more scotch. “I need the address and the date and time this is going down.”
Chapter Seventeen
Follow Along
Nova sat in the empty parking lot with her windows down. Her leg felt irritated and itched a little. She still couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that she had been tattooed by Linc.
LS
Ink jammed into her skin. There forever. There as a colored scar. All for… what? What she’d seen so quickly in the life of a motorcycle club made her soul shiver. And to be honest, what she’d seen wasn’t even all that bad yet.
Linc beating up a junkie. Linc getting arrested and released. Bikers playing pool and drinking like fish. Women in the clubhouse half naked or completely naked. Touching each other. Wanting to fuck bikers. Bikers demanding to be fucked or sucked or whatever wild fantasies went through their heads. Women’s clothes all over Linc’s room. The neon-green thong—thanks, Maggie—with Linc’s dried cum on them.
Nova took a deep breath, needing her heart to remain as calm as possible here. The screen of her phone lit up with her mother’s name. That’s not going to help, she thought. She grabbed her phone off the magnetic holder and answered the call.
“Did you find him?”
“Mom. Hello.”
