Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
That was what I was doing when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.
A man, all in black, covered from head to toe, started to raise his hand.
I didn’t think, just reacted.
I kicked the ball as hard as I could at the man and dashed into the kitchen.
I knew exactly where all the hidden guns were.
Boone was pretty bad about stashing them throughout the house. One in the bathroom under the third towel. One in the living room, behind the fourth cushion. A few in his room, some in his office. But the one I was going for was in the kitchen.
It was in the cabinet under the sink at the very back.
I yanked it open but didn’t bother to check the chamber.
I knew a round would be ready for me.
The sound of a motorcycle started in the distance just as the man in black came from around the living room wall, arm raised with a gun front and center.
And because I’d had Margery Windsor as an idol, I knew all there was to know about guns.
She was a sharpshooter and had taken up the hobby when she was in her teens. She loved going to competitions and had taught me everything that I knew.
So, when his gun was in sight with his hand holding it, I aimed and fired.
Pieces of the man’s hand blew off as the gun blast sounded.
What remained of the man’s hand and the gun hit the floor with a clatter.
The man started to scream.
The door to the front of the house burst open.
The man who’d come inside with a flourish produced a gun from a holster at his back, took aim, and shot the man dead in the next moment.
“Oh, hey, Beau.”
Beau, the richest man in the state, as well as the club brother to Boone, had come in at a perfect time.
Beau glanced at me, at the man he’d likely just killed, then back at me before saying, “I came to ask if you wanted to join the Montana Cowgirls after you give birth.”
I blinked. “I think we should talk…but only after we call this in.”
For the second time that day, Boone was losing his shit.
He stared at the bloodstain on his living room wall for so long that I thought his eyes might cross.
He’d been standing there staring at it for the last two minutes since the crime scene had been released back to us.
“Boone.”
He looked at me. “He came into our home.”
He had.
“He was smart,” I said. “Got in here without setting the alarm off or the cameras spotting him.”
“Only man that I know could do that is Kurt.”
“You think it was him?” Boone asked Sawyer.
“Ida Bell is meeting the body at the morgue to confirm,” Sawyer said.
I winced. “Will Koen be with her?”
Sawyer nodded. “He wouldn’t let her go alone. I like him.”
“Why not just wait for the DNA test or something to confirm?” I wondered. “Then you could spare Ida Bell the visual?”
“Takes too long,” Boone growled. “We need answers now.”
I guess that was true.
A man had literally bypassed all of Boone’s security measures.
He wanted to know the man’s identity.
Of course he wanted that answer right now.
Speaking of Ida Bell, the phone on the table rang and Boone walked toward it, hitting speaker before saying, “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me,” Koen said. “Ida Bell went to the morgue. It wasn’t Kurt, but Kurt’s younger brother.”
Great.
That was just freakin’ great.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” Boone said, echoing my thoughts. “We didn’t have Kurt involved anymore, but now that we killed his younger brother, he’s going to come back.”
My thoughts exactly.
“Agreed,” Koen said. “Ida Bell gave everything that she had on Kraig to the FBI agent in charge, as well as Black and Gentry. I went ahead and sent all that information to y’all to have as well.”
Boone’s fingers fisted at his side. “Thanks, man.”
“Welcome,” Koen said before hanging up.
Boone and Sawyer started discussing what would happen next with Kurt, and I called the first company I found that dealt with biohazardous waste.
The company said they’d be out in half an hour, then told me that they would charge me an arm and a leg.
After agreeing to give them both to them in trade for services rendered, I called Margery just to give her an update since I didn’t want her to worry.
I then sent out a text to my sister telling her everything that had happened so far.
Finally, when I was done, I texted Beau.
Nettie:
Thanks for shooting someone for me. And I’ll agree to work with you at the Cowgirls as long as you can get me out of a contract with Oregon FC.
Just what I needed. Another team that hated me.
He took two seconds to reply back.
Beau:
Consider it done. I want you there for practices. Don’t want you to do anything but light working out and bonding with the team. You’ll officially be on the roster as long as you show up for practices. Also, the team’s pretty hostile right now. Lots to tell you, but I can give you that information when you show up for practice tomorrow.