“Boss, somethin’ interestin’ just flashed up on the police radio. What cage does your woman’s mom drive?”
I thought back to the day I’d worked on Maureen’s car and replied, “White Toyota Highlander. Why?”
“Huntley Junior’s just stopped her car for speedin’ just outside Grand Junction. He’s called two arrests in, and your woman’s one of ’em.”
I got to my feet. “Send me the location. I’m on my way.”
Pocketing my phone, I turned to my boys and gestured toward the door. “Time to jet, boys.”
Roman pushed up to his feet and followed me to the door with Rex close on his heels. “Where are we goin’?”
I glanced at my boys over my shoulder, and a slow grin spread across my face. “We’re goin’ to rescue a damsel in distress.”
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My initial thoughtswhen I pulled up on the side road where Aislynn’s mom’s car was parked up was that the sooner I killed Huntley Junior, the better. He’d cuffed Aislynn’s hands behind her back and left her leaning with her ass against her mom’s car, furiously yelling at him while Kennedy Stone was on the phone, no doubt to her husband, Kit Stone.
Huntley was fucked because if I didn’t get to him before Kit did, he’d die in a big ol’ pool of blood and a whole world of pain. Kit ‘Breaker’ Stone’s demons put mine to shame. Rumor was that he had a penchant for slitting throats and then blowing up the evidence.
I was in bomb disposal myself, so I understood the finesse of that—got off on it even, but Kit’s skillset put mine to shame if another rumor I’d heard back in the day was to be believed. The word on the street was that Breaker was part of an international anti-terrorist force that went into situations deemed confidential by the government to cause death and mayhem.
When I was deployed at Camp Eggers, I heard a story about a mountain in Afghanistan that supposedly housed hundreds of insurgents being blown up from the inside out—an explosion he was at the center of. Still, military men tended to gossip like goddamned fishwives, so I usually took it all with a grain of salt.
Even so, messing with the woman Breaker had loved since he was a kid was not smart. Not only was Kennedy a fucking shark of a lawyer, but her husband was VP of an MC that was well respected and had recently taken down a sex trafficking ring. So, when you added on the slitting throats thing, Huntley Junior was about to get fucked, and I didn’t mean with a computer mouse.
Aislynn heard me coming and already had her eyes fixed on me when I parked up and dismounted. I casually took off myhelmet and glanced behind me as my boys pulled up in their 2010 black Hummer Alpha and parked behind my bike.
Her eyes widened as she watched my boys jump out of their truck and swagger over to me.
“Is there a problem?” I called over to Huntley, who by then was shifting on his feet nervously.
“No,” he replied. “Just a routine traffic stop. Nothing for you to get involved with.”
“When your traffic stop involves my woman, I’m involved,” I stated, my eyes going to Aislynn. “Were you speedin’?”
“No,” she told me emphatically. “He’s lying.”
My stare slashed toward the deputy. “Why’s she cuffed?”
“’Cause she got mouthy,” he shot back.
“Well, I can believe that part at least,” I muttered to myself as I approached.
“I did not,” Aislynn shrieked. “You’re just a fascist who thinks he can bully women and accuse them of shit they didn’t do.”
Kennedy said something into her phone and then passed it to me. “My husband wants a word.”
I took the cell from her and held it to my ear. “Break?”
“Get it sorted or he’s a dead man,” my buddy’s voice grated out. “I swear to fuckin’ God, get that little power-hungry pissant back in his box, or he won’t wake up tomorrow.”
I rolled my lips together to stop from laughing. “Consider it done.” I passed the cell back to Kennedy, who turned her back on us, talking quietly to her ol’ man.
My focus returned to the deputy, whose face was getting sweatier by the minute. Rex stared him down, then shifted his eyes to me and rolled them left to right.
Roman stood tall with his arms folded across his chest, exuding a silent teenage boy threat, even though he had a knowing grin plastered across his face.
Huntley’s wide-eyed stare darted between my boys and me, and he visibly gulped.
