Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“Not a great deal at this stage,” Cohen says, kicking back and throwing his booted feet up on the table in the waiting area, putting his hands behind his head. “Just heard a few rumors that he’s fuckin’ dirty.”
“Get your boots off my fuckin’ desk, Cohen,” Alarick growls.
Cohen flips him the bird but takes his feet down.
“Obviously, Magnolia had something to do with this cop, I’m going to go and speak to him and see what I can find out,” I say, crossing my legs and leaning forward to get a better look at Samson’s tattoo.
“No, you’re fuckin’ not,” Alarick says, without hesitation. “No way in fuck.”
“Excuse me?” I ask, leaning back and meeting his eyes as he pauses and glances at me.
“You’re not goin’ into no station and questioning a cop that could be dirty, that’s likely got your sister, and is very clearly dangerous. That ain’t somethin’ I’m good with.”
“It’s not really your choice,” I point out. “She’s my sister, I’ll do what I want.”
“You want the club’s help, you’ll fuckin’ stay in line.”
“My god, you’re such a dick.”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Samson mutters from the table. “You two are like a bunch of fuckin’ school kids. You are goin’ to talk this shit out so we can carry on with findin’ Mag’s without the drama. Hash it out, scream at each other, and then get the fuck over it.”
I purse my lips and Alarick gets back to work without answering.
“Fuck me,” Cohen grunts. “Bunch of babies, you fuckers.”
“Enough,” Alarick orders. “Back to figurin’ out what we’re goin’ to do about this cop.”
“We’ll look into it,” Cohen murmurs. “One way or another, we’ll figure out if he’s dirty. I’ll start askin’ about. See what comes out of it.”
“I’m going to keep asking questions,” I say. “I’m not giving up on my sister, she could be in danger and the longer we wait, the harder this is going to be.”
“Morning, everyone!”
Joanne walks through the front doors, looking gorgeous and vibrant. She’s followed by her boyfriend, Tatum, who I met yesterday. He’s hot and super friendly. I really like both of them and Joanne has some incredible tattoos she’s done. If I were to get one, I know who I’d go to. Although Alarick is utterly incredible and talented so I’m certain it would be a hard choice.
“Hey, Jo,” I smile, waving. “Hi, Tatum!”
“Hiya, chicky, how’s the hunt for Magnolia going?” Joanne asks, walking over to her station and setting up for the day.
“It’s not going all that well at the moment, but we’re going to find her, I’m sure of it.”
“Well, let us know if you need anything. Callie and Tanner are super swift with finding out information, I’m sure they’d love to help.”
Callie is Jo’s best friend and her boyfriend, Tanner, is Tatum’s best friend. Go figure. I don’t know their history, but I know they haven’t lived here too long and all of them have been through quite a bit together judging by what Jo has told me. Either way, they’re amazing people and it only makes it harder and harder for me to consider leaving this place. These people are my friends and I’m remembering how good it felt to live here.
Until everything went bad.
“What do you know about Constable Bennett?” Alarick asks Tatum, who walks over and stares down at Samson’s incredible tattoo.
“Heard of him, don’t know a great deal. I do know a girl that works at the station, though. Met her through work, she’s a good chick. Be happy to ask her.”
“What’s her name?” Alarick asks, slowly and carefully dragging the needle across Samson’s skin.
“Zariah Malvoy. She’s only young, but she’s a detective. Fuckin’ smart girl. Worth having a chat to her.”
“Cops and us don’t usually get along,” Alarick points out. “We do illegal shit; they don’t like illegal shit.”
“Don’t have to tell her it’s info for the club,” Tatum points out. “Happily tell her I’m lookin’ for someone.”
“I’ll come with you,” I say. “She might know something about Magnolia.”
Alarick pauses again and looks up at me. “What part of you not doin’ shit outside the club are you not gettin’?”
I roll my eyes and look back at Tatum. “Let me know when you’re going to see her.”
Tatum nods, and glances at Jo. “Gotta run, baby. Pick you up this afternoon?”
“You got it.” She smiles, leaning forward and kissing him.
He disappears out the door and I turn and clap my hands together. “Well, I better get going. Karen and I have a lunch date and then we’re going to see if we can find out anything else about Magnolia.”
“You’re hangin’ out with Karen still?” Alarick asks, not looking at me, but back at Samson’s skin.
“Yes, so?”
“I fuck her.”
“And?”
He stops again and glances at me. “Nothin’.”
I swallow and turn, giving Jo a big smile and saying goodbye to the others before heading out the front door.