AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The old man smiled, knowing I craved revenge. Not only did I crave it, but I would also stop at nothing to have it. That was why I was known as the monster I was.
“Don’t lie to me Levi,” he said.
“Okay, you remember what the Asphalt Gods did to my sister, Leia? We plan to string her up like that, crucify her. Send a fucking message. Loud and clear.”
Through this whole mess, I hadn’t forgotten about why I wanted revenge on the Gods in the first place. Murdering Killer hadn’t been enough. I didn’t even remember it. For years I wanted nothing but to punish one of their women like they did my sister. It would be Maren’s fate. My thirst for revenge grew stronger with every day I searched for her.
“An eye for an eye? Or rather, a woman for a woman? I get it.” Merc poured me another drink, considering my request. “I might know where she is, but it’ll cost you. I need you to do a job for me first.”
And there it was, another reason I had not taken the easy way out to find my mark. I tensed at his request, knowing that Merc’s jobs were never easy. They certainly weren’t legal. More often than not, they caused me more trouble than they were worth.
“What kind of job?” I asked through my teeth.
Merc leaned forward, his old eyes suddenly intense. “There’s a shipment of guns that needs to be moved. You’ll make sure they get to their final destination. No trouble. My men don’t want no trouble on their journey, you see. It’s just a run. It’ll be easy for ya.”
Basically, if I wanted to find Maren, I’d have to do whatever Merc demanded.
“Alright, I’ll do it. Where do I need to go?” I asked, but I was lying.
The old man opened his thin lips. His breath reeked of whisky.
I leaned in close to hear his answer, but whispered, “You remember the job I did for you last year? If anyone finds out that you ordered that hit, you’ll be joining your buddy, Buzzard. It’ll be your time, old man.” We were so close that I laid my Glock on the bar between us. My finger itched on the trigger. “I say it’s as good a time as any. So, how about you give me what you know on Spooky or whatever the bitch is calling herself now?”
Merc’s eyes narrowed as he listened, but then he bobbed his head. “I know what you’re talking about,” he said.
Backing off, I sat down and slipped my gun back into my cut. “I don’t care,” I said. “I’ll do whatever it takes.” We were acting, so the rest of the bar didn’t know I was threatening him.
Merc gave me a sly smile. “I thought you might,” he said. “Follow me.”
Chapter 2
Leviathan
We made our way to a back room, his office, away from the nosy eyes of the other patrons. Merc yanked a thin folder from a tall filing cabinet and tossed it to me.
“This should help you get started,” he said.
Flipping through the pages, a photo paper clipped to a page caught my eye. My heart raced at the sight of her. Gone was her platinum hair. Still blonde, her long hair seemed natural. It suited her. Her big blue eyes were all the same, lovely but haunted. The sexy smirk on her face was her in a nutshell, emphasis on the word nut. This beautiful vixen had proved bat shit crazy. Woman even confessed she spent some time in the psych ward years ago. The fact hadn’t truly fazed me before, but I had spent too much time thinking on it since. Fuck, I had run everything over in my head so many times as I have aimlessly searched for her.
Before me was all Merc’s info on Maren. The woman I had fallen in love with was within reach. Memories of her flooded me. Good ones, as our bodies twisted in pleasure. When I called her mine, my Treasure. I remembered feeling like I had been looking all my life for her. Too bad she was fool’s gold. Our bond had all been part of her ruse. Then I spied the word, Treasure.
“Treasure?” I asked Merc.
“Her new handle. Presidents get to pick their own when they come up like her.”
Fuck her. The bitch had used my pet name for her as her fucking road name.
“Yeah, out of thin air,” I remarked.
Since Maren had been in the traveling circus prior to becoming a biker, I chuckled at my own joke. And if I was reading right, she was Galveston, Texas.
Fuck.
That was the first place I checked. I had been back there many times as well because Maren said her daughter, who her parents forced her to put up for adoption at seventeen, lived there. Three months ago, I had sat in the bar she talked about and ordered a damn strawberry margarita, expecting her to materialize and tell me we had it all wrong. Tell me she hadn’t betrayed my club. Tell me she had to run away or be killed by one club or another. That it was all a huge mistake.
I had wondered if all her sad tales had just been more lies to tug at my heartstrings. But this file on her had more than I wanted to know. Maren had more secrets that broke my heart. But her tragic life was no excuse. We all had demons. Didn’t matter if hers seemed more real to her. So real she saw them and heard them.
Fuck. I had just been in Texas last week, looking for Spooky. No wonder I couldn’t find her. And I had no idea there were Asphalt Gods’ bikers in the area. With her chapter being new, that definitely tracked.
