Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Wild Man’s expression goes soft. “Nope.”
I’m relieved he doesn’t tell her what I did at the hospital. “Serves that fucker right,” Wild Man grunts, shaking his head.
The fact that she cares about that fucker’s well-being is proof she’s too good for the likes of me, but dammit, I like her. I like fucking her. I like being around her. I even like talking to her.
“That’s good, I guess.” She looks down at the eggs I put in front of her. “They, well, the guy called Ghost, asked a lot of questions about you. I didn’t know anything, and that’s why he got mad and did this.”
“Fuck!” I smack the table and push away, getting up and storming out because I can’t hear anymore. All of it is making me fucking sick to my stomach.
“Diesel,” she calls out in a hesitant voice. “Come back. Please. I need to know what all of this is about.”
Her tone instantly stops my pacing in the living room. It’s full of anguish and desperation, so I reluctantly return to the kitchen. “Sorry,” I say because this isn’t about me, it’s about Cassidy and all the shit she’s been through. Because of me. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything.” That one word rushes out with a heavy sigh. “Tell me everything you can about who did this. And why.”
The why hangs heavy in the air, and my gaze smacks right into Wild Man. He’s been in the MC a hell of a lot longer than me, and he’s probably had to do this even before Maven became his Old Lady. He gives an imperceptible nod and I sigh again, sitting beside Cassidy.
“Okay. We have a problem, an ongoing problem with a local gang, The Bloodthirsty Devils, and now, a new problem with the Latin Mafia. Both clubs are violent, and they don’t have a problem going after people close to their enemies.”
“And worse,” Wild Man adds with a grim expression. “The Latin Mafia have cartel ties.”
Cassidy gasps, and her face goes pale. “The cartel as in the cartel?”
“Yeah, Cassidy. But the cartel hasn’t been involved in this. Yet.” I put my hand on top of hers. “This is just between us and them, but us also means those close to us.”
She frowns. “But, no offense, we’re not close. Not really, and when I left Angel Harbor, I had no definitive plans to return.”
“I know, but I’m guessing they saw us together, maybe accidentally, or maybe they were following us. I’ve been trying to figure it out since I realized you’d been kidnapped.”
“Stop beating yourself up,” she says with a bit more steel in her voice.
“They likely saw you with Diesel and figured you were his Old Lady.”
“Yeah, okay. That makes sense. But what doesn’t make sense is how they connected me to my truck. When I was out with Diesel, we were on his bike, and my truck never left Morgan International until I left.”
“Shit, that’s a good point.” Wild Man says exactly what I’m thinking. His eyes meet mine, and we’re both thinking the same thing. How the fuck did they know?
“It’s not like we were zooming around the city in her eighteen-wheeler. Fuck, how did they find you?”
Cassidy’s shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “They must have been following me because it was them, not the police, pulling me over.”
Wild Man’s energy changes, and he grabs the laptop, closing it while he gets up. “I’m going to see if I can track them by tracking you. I have your black box and your dashcam, plus the hard drive with your internal cameras. I’ll see what I can come up with. I just needed to know for sure it was Ghost and Olivera who grabbed you.” He looks at me with a serious expression.
“I’ll keep her safe,” I say instead of answering his unspoken question. I’m not sure what I’m doing or feeling when it comes to Cassidy, but I am sure that I’ll keep her safe. And get revenge on her behalf.
“Shouldn’t we go to the police?” Her question is cute. Adorable really.
We both laugh, but it’s Wild Man who answers. “No, Cassidy, we’re not going to the police. We’re taking care of this shit on our own.” His tone is blunt and unyielding. “Are you planning on going to the police?” It’s a fair question, and thankfully, Cassidy isn’t offended.
“Not if you aren’t,” She scoffs, shaking her head. “If you’re confident you can handle it, I think I’d prefer your method of justice.”
Wild Man grins. “Good answer. I’ll check in with you guys later.”
With her answer, I’m sure as fuck about one thing. Cassidy is the perfect woman for me. She has attitude for days, and with each passing day, more of her spark returns. The sex is hot as fuck, and it’s only getting hotter. Most of all, she understands the MC life in a way that a lot of women don’t.