Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
The only thing that kept me from completely losing it was remembering that hairpin in the desk drawer.
Hawk
“Looks like you were right,” Shotgun told me as we stood outside Delilah’s door. “The girl didn’t know shit.”
“Doesn’t really matter now.” It was Shotgun’s idea to let Delilah see Danny. He’d hoped that by getting them together that they would talk about everything that had gone down with the take. Just as I feared, that’s exactly what happened. “He told her everything.”
“Yeah, but at least we can feel certain that we got the truth out of him.”
“Let’s hope.” My chest tightened as I thought back to the expression on Delilah’s face when we walked back into the room. I’d expected her to be upset, but she looked completely broken by the sight of her brother. I couldn’t blame her. Even though we’d cleaned him up a bit, he still looked like he’d been through hell and back. I glanced over to Shotgun. “What do you think Viper will do about her?”
“Got no idea.” He shrugged with indifference. “I would say it’d depend on whether or not he feels like he can trust her or not. The last thing we need is for her to go running her mouth about any of this. It could cause us some real problems if she did.”
He was right. If word got out to the cops that we’d kidnapped her or Danny, much less the fact that we’d done so because of a drug exchange gone bad, we’d be ruined. No way in hell Viper would ever let that happen, nor would I. The club and my brothers meant everything to me. No matter what was going on in my head about Danny’s sister, there was no way in hell I’d ever let it come between my brothers and me. I glanced back over to her door and said, “I trust he’ll make the right call.”
“He always does.” He turned and started towards his room. “See you in the morning.”
Even after he was long gone, I remained standing outside Delilah’s door, listening to the sounds of her muffled cries. Hearing her so upset tore at me, and I had to use every ounce of my restraint not to go into that room and try to console her. Knowing that I would only make matters worse for the both of us, I went to the room across the hall and lay across the bed. I could still hear her crying as I thought about everything we’d learned from Danny’s latest interrogation. It wasn’t much. In fact, he’d simply confirmed what we already knew. He was just a mule. He, along with several others, would pick up their take from specific locations and distribute it in their territory. Menace was still working on finding out more about Danny’s handler in Texarkana, but it hadn’t been easy. The guy was smart. He stayed under the radar, used a different burner cell for each one of his associates, and met at different locations for each drop-off. Hell, Menace hadn’t even been able to find an official name for the guy. All we had to go on was the name Miller. I was trying to think of a way for us to find out more information on him when I realized I couldn’t hear Delilah anymore. Even though I was relieved that she’d finally settled down, I couldn’t seem to do the same.
I was lying there trying to clear my head when I heard an odd, scratching sound coming from across the hall. At first, I thought it was just a mouse or one of the guys fucking around, but when it continued for several minutes, I knew it had to be something else. I got out of bed and stepped into the hall. It didn’t take me long to realize that the sound was coming from Delilah’s room. Being careful not to be heard, I stepped closer to the door, and that’s when I realized she was tampering with the lock. Half amazed, half pissed, I stood there glaring at the door, wondering if she had any idea how to pick a fucking lock. I got my answer several minutes later when I heard the lock disengage and the door slowly eased open, revealing a very surprised Delilah. I crossed my arms as I asked, “Going somewhere?”
“What are you doing here?”
“My job … or have you forgotten that I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on you?” I stepped towards her, grabbing her arm as I pulled her back into the room and closed the door behind us. As I took the hairpin from her hand, I asked, “What the hell were you doing? Did you really think you could just walk out of here?”
“I had to at least try,” she cried. “Seriously, what else would you expect me to do after I saw what you did to Danny? Just sit here and wait for you to do the same to me?”