Tommy repeats it over and over as I walk out to my bike, a smile on my face. I may not have killed him, but I secured his death.
No one betrays the Daredevils. No one just walks away and joins the enemy. Not without consequences.
My phone vibrates to see Pacino’s message.
PACINO: Got what you wanted.
Ilean against the car in the parking lot as I wait for the cop. I know, I know. Stupid, right? A biker looking for a cop in a police parking lot. But I’m legit. My club brings in money from a legal brothel with the proper licenses and permits. Among other legal business ventures.
“Can I help you?” a pudgy officer asks.
There’s no way this man could pass a physical test to save his life. Hell, he’s the officer you pray pulls you over because you could outrun him with a sprained ankle. The way I can hear him breathing because he’s out of breath simply walking from the building to his car makes me question so many decisions of this police department.
“Officer Kevin Vold?” I ask.
“Yes.”
Hopping off his car, I smirk rather than hold out my hand to shake his. I only shake the hands of men I respect. Men I know will do business with me. I don’t think this asshole will be playing along.
“I’d like to talk to you.”
“I don’t have anything to talk to a biker about.”
He tries to push past me to get into his car, but I don’t move. The man is a good three inches shorter than me, and while stockier, I’m a hell of a lot stronger. This motherfucker has nothing on me if push comes to shove.
“That’s not what I hear.”
“I don’t care what you’ve heard.”
“You handled the investigation of Johnny Sloan’s death,” I say.
This piques his interest. “I did.”
“You ruled it an accident.”
“Itwasan accident.”
Cracking my neck, I shake my head and fight the urge to punch him in his fat fucking face. “No, the fuck it wasn’t.”
“All evidence—”
“You want evidence? He was the president of a rival club to the Black Venom. We’ve been at odds my entire fucking life, and they killed him. I know they did.”
“If you have something to provide that will point us in that direction, I’d be happy to look into it. We don’t have the car that took him out. No witnesses. No video. Nothing.”
He walked right into my trap. “I do have evidence, in fact.”
“You do?” Vold looks surprised. “What evidence is that?”
Pulling out my phone, I show him his bank account. “First, these are monthly payments from the Venom directly to your bank account. The one your wife isn’t on. Guess it’s not just your boss you’re fooling, huh?”
“Where’d you get—”
“But this one might get your attention.” I swipe to show him a video of him getting down and dirty with one of our girls atVelvet Desire. “Dirty things your wife probably won’t let you do, huh?”
He snarls, his face reddening. “You record your customers?”
“Yes, and it’s in the waiver you sign before every visit, so it’s legit. It’s for the protection of our girls. Does your wife know you get off on choking? Spanking? Getting pegged?”
