Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“How about both of you shut the fuck up before I lose my temper?” The inside of Jax’s Charger goes quiet. It doesn’t last long.
“What would you do if you came face-to-face with her father?” Jax asks.
“Why are you asking?” I toss back because I don’t know what I’d do. That’s a conversation I need to have with Bonte. My instinct would be to protect her at all costs no matter who the enemy was. I’m not convinced he’s the enemy, though, as far as she’s concerned.
“Because you know Dad would kill him. Just cleaner that way. Be done with it,” Jax says, and Damon leans forward between the two seats.
“I know.” I grip the wheel tighter.
“He’s asking so we know what to do,” Damon adds. Their message is loud and clear. They’ll do what I want. I nod in understanding.
“You could say thank you.” Jax tosses his hands up in theatrics.
“It won’t kill you.” Damon is there with another two cents. He always is. Those two have always tried to team up on me.
"Thank you."
"See, not so hard." Damon drops back into his seat. "Tomorrow, we'll work on 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you.'" I fight a smirk, and I know that's half the point. They're trying to calm me down. It's been a long time since they last had to calm me down.
"They know we're close?" Jax asks Damon.
"You think he's not stalking us right now?"
"Wasn't sure if it was Mac or Dad," Jax responds. They are talking about the cameras and cutting them off when we get there. I have the key card that works on the whole building already. But it's not as easy as flipping off the cameras this time.
The Feds or whatever agents that are linked to this will be monitoring them. Dad will have to make a dummy feed to play over and not simply kill them altogether. It could alert them, and we need a little time to collect what we're coming for.
"Dad's got it," I inform them as I turn onto the street where her building is located. I pull down to the underground garage, scanning the key card and triggering the gate to open so I can pull in and park.
We go around to the trunk, and Jax grabs the kit to do a collection. None of us have actually done this before. We know how to, but this will be the first time we collect prints and DNA. That will be Jax's role tonight.
I grab a couple of weapons, strapping them on. They do the same before we're heading for the stairs, not bothering with the elevator. Not a fucking chance I'm getting in the box tonight.
When we get to Bonte’s floor, I slowly push open the door to peer out into the hallway. There is one other condo on this floor, and it’s vacant. My eyes flick to that door. Is it? I’ll have to check for myself, but first things first.
I motion for them to follow me, sliding the key card into the lock; it clicks over, letting us in. We quietly move down the small hallway entry toward the living room. I motion with my hands which way for them to go.
We split, going in different directions, clearing the condo, checking every room or space that a person could fit.
“All clear,” I say when we all get back to the living room.
“Pretty fucking creepy.” Jax nods to one of the bloody messages on the wall. The other is in the woman's room.
“This one didn’t see him coming.” Damon's eyes roam over the couch and up the wall. We all glance up to see how far the blood spatter went.
“It was a knife,” I say, but they already know that. I motion with my finger along the spatter lines. There has to be a dozen of them. "That's a lot of pullouts and push-back-ins."
"He didn't like this one." Jax sits down with the kit on the floor in front of the couch to get started.
"The woman's room is cleaner. I think he may have only stabbed her once." I nod in agreement to Damon. It makes me wonder if Bonte’s dad does drag out some of the murders more than others based on whatever offenses he thinks they committed. It’s not much different than some of the family business we conduct down in the hole.
My mind wants to know why he wanted the man to pay. It goes to very dark places that I have to push back to keep a level head right now. I don't think The Collector, as they call him, would care if you were male or female if he was coming to kill.
I wouldn't if I believed I was protecting Bonte, but I'm not sure what these two did that pissed him off. I know they were dicks but left Bonte alone for the most part. Being an asshole to her might be enough for her father.