Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Absinthe began asking his questions, directing them in his soft, compelling voice to Kuzmin. There was never any sign of a threat. Never any yelling or demanding. Absinthe was one of the many secret weapons the founding members of Torpedo Ink had developed as children. Those weapons had allowed them to survive.
Kuzmin lasted far longer than Dementor had, which was no surprise, but as always when Absinthe questioned anyone, the truth came out eventually, or they lost those interrogated to brain bleeds. Kuzmin denied knowing anything about the Ghosts or that he was employed by them, but in the end, he admitted he was an assassin for the organization. That those in his organization were hired by various people to carry out whatever job needed to be done.
The Ghosts had been hired by an organization that trafficked women as well as running drugs and arms. A group of very rich men who owned a string of casinos formed the organization. That was only one of many businesses the Ghosts worked for. They hired on as bodyguards or enforcers for anyone willing to pay their very steep fees.
The Ghosts were aiding Declan and Co. Corporation to find Lyric Johansen and return her in pieces to Declan himself, along with a video of a gang rape and vicious beating. The order was to keep her alive as long as possible, so she was aware and felt everything.
The information didn’t stop there. Kuzmin and his brother were high up in the Ghost organization. There were offices in three states. By the time Absinthe finished getting every scrap of information possible, Kuzmin was screaming in agony, the sounds animalistic. Blood ran from his eyes, ears and nose. Through it all, Absinthe’s voice never changed from his quiet, compelling tone. The sharp contrast between how gentle he seemed and the bloody results was shocking to anyone who hadn’t witnessed such a phenomenon.
It was Savage, Keys, Destroyer and Maestro who took the two prisoners out of the room, taking a sharp turn and opening a door in the wall to reveal the tunnel leading down to the private beach. The tunnel was long and sloped sharply downhill. Several large chambers had been used by smugglers long before Torpedo Ink had purchased the land. Those chambers were reinforced over the years with steel. It was in one of the rooms that their equipment for interrogation was laid out. Here were the drains Kuzmin had expected. This was where the two traitors were going to die and have their bodies disposed of.
To those who knew them, particularly their fellow Ghosts, the two men would simply appear to have made the ride back to Rampage territory with their brethren. Rock and Ink would wear their faces and colors. They would be shown on cameras along the way. They would take off the next morning, riding together, and simply vanish. If their bikes were discovered a good hundred miles from the club, it would appear they’d been involved in an accident, and someone had hidden the motorcycles beneath a bridge. The bodies would never be found. Transporter was waiting for Ink and Rock at a prearranged location, in a car that would never be identified with the club. It was a job run by the numbers, just as every mission had always been.
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Hot blood rushed through Keys’ veins and gave savage life to his cock. Full. Hard. Demanding. These were the times he felt incredibly alive and aware. Every nerve ending in his body was on fire. This wasn’t the usual: him needing sex because he was bored out of his fucking mind. This was the aftermath of the violence, the sheer joy of survival. The high of finally getting information they’d been after for well over two years.
Prior to the meeting with Rampage, Lana and Alena had taken Lyric back to his home and made certain the alarm was on before they left. The sight of her lying asleep in his bed did something amazing to his insides. He was as hard as steel, but she made him soft inside. He stood in the doorway, just watching her, drinking her in.
Lyric woke immediately when he called her name softly. Her face lit up the way it did when she first saw him. She sat up, the sheet pooling around her waist as she blinked sleepily. “I missed you.”
He loved that look on her. The sound of her voice. Then, fully awake, she practically hurled herself across the room, jumping into his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips and turning her face up for his kiss. If it was possible, his body reacted with a stronger, urgent need.
“Got a few surprises for you tonight, babe,” he informed her. “I’d planned the night for after your salon opening, but I need you now. Right now. I want you to come outside with me.”