Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 137310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
“Resurrection owns some dispensaries in Denver,” he explained. “They got cake.”
She just stared at him.
So he continued, “And Ride’s got shops and garages all over Colorado. They do good trade, even better now after the millennials and Gen Z decided it was important to shop local. And our custom builds sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars.”
“So as well as playing bodyguards and part-time vigilantes, you’re all biker entrepreneurs,” she noted.
He slung an arm around her shoulders again and muttered, “Something like that.”
He led her inside and immediately saw all the players.
Yes, Eight and Muzz were back. Also there were Mace and Cap Jackson, another member of the NI&S team, and Sylvie and Tucker Creed, two local PIs with ties to Denver seeing as Sylvie used to work for Knight Sebring, an ally of Chaos. And last, a woman he met at their only other Phoenix meeting, a meeting that all of these folks drifted in and out of, providing information and advice, which was why that meet had lasted so long.
She was called Sixx. She was gorgeous, he had no idea what her occupation was, but whatever it was, it was badass, and if he were anybody else other than him, she’d scare the shit out of him.
He didn’t get the chance to introduce his woman to the new people, because Diana cried, “Oh my God! Guys!” and dashed straight to Muzzle.
She gave him a big hug, and Muzz, being part asshole, held her close and gave her a visible squeeze at the same time he gave Hugger a smirk.
Fucker.
Hugger just crossed his arms on his chest and watched.
Di moved to Eight, and Eight didn’t bust his balls, but he did give her a tight hug.
When she popped away from Eight, she asked, “What are you guys doing back?”
“That’s what we gotta talk about,” Eight said.
This commenced Di getting intros to Cap, Sylvie, Tucker and Sixx.
After that, Mace said to her, “Hang with the guys for a few while we steal your man?”
Di, not stupid in the slightest, Hugger already knew had figured shit with the Babićs had or was coming to a head.
But she didn’t argue as Jagger approached and said, “Your choice. Beer or air hockey.”
“I only get one?” Di returned.
Yup, that was his woman.
“C’mon, darlin’,” Big Petey urged, holding a hand Di’s way. “We’ll get a game started while Jag sets us up.”
Di headed toward Big Petey and the air hockey table as Jag went to the fridge.
Hugger followed Eight and Mace to the den situated at the front of the crib. Sylvie, Tucker, Cap and Sixx followed them.
Cap closed the door behind them.
Eight took a tablet from the desk in there, woke it up, and handed it to Hugger.
Hugger looked at the picture on it and sucked in a sharp breath.
The picture showed three men on their asses on the ground, backs propped up against a wall, but still falling into each other.
That was because they were filled with holes, covered in blood and very dead.
Resting on their laps were two big pieces of paper. One said I’m and the other said Done.
One of the men was Esad Babić. The other two were his bros.
“This is what the Costa Rican authorities found when they caught up with Esad,” Mace shared.
Hugger locked eyes with Eight.
Eight shook his head. “Not us. We were down there, working with some connections to procure firearms, but we were too late. Heard word the deed was done, got back to the States late this afternoon.”
“So who?” Hugger asked. “And what does ‘I’m done’ mean?”
Sixx came closer. “Imran hasn’t left Bolivia. That doesn’t mean Imran can’t call a hit. And word is, Imran called three hits from his hacienda in Bolivia.”
Hugger was shocked as shit. “He gave the order to have his own son whacked?”
“Imran is a lunatic,” Sylvie chimed in, “but he’s a shrewd businessman. Cops and Feds have been all over his properties here in the Valley, and elsewhere. They found nothing to tie him to anything but his legit dealings. Imran’s problem was they had Esad’s phone, which was a big get. Though, when they searched Esad’s house, they found his laptop, something the moron left behind, which was an even bigger one. It held a wealth of information, not only about the crap he’d been doing, but about his dad’s interests. They also got Esad’s car, with his address history in his navigation system. Led them to known and unknown stash houses, safehouses and warehouses of the Babić empire. There was quite a bit of connecting the dots of shell companies and known associates, still more to do, but all of it so far, with all the shit in it, has been connected to Imran.” She paused and finished, “They’re cooked.”
“As in ‘done,’” Tucker added.
Hugger couldn’t believe this. “His boy programmed stash houses and safehouses in his satnav?”