Shakedown (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 8)

And the police officer in his police cruiser was looking at us like he was gobsmacked.

As if he’d never walked up on two people fucking in a car before.

I turned away from the police officer who was now getting out of his cruiser, and then looked seriously at Bruno.

There was a knock at our window, and I couldn’t stop myself from throwing my body into his arms.

He caught me with a grunt.

“Hey, B?” I whispered against his throat.

“Yeah?” he all but croaked.

“What do you think of self-driving cars now?” I asked cheekily.

He paused, his hand halfway up the length of my spine, and said, “I’m sold.”

CHAPTER 19

A good way to get out of a conversation is to take off one of your socks and hand it to them.

-Introvert’s guide to survival

BELLE

We ended up in Reno, Nevada.

I wasn’t sure what was here, but the city itself ended up being rather nice.

After dealing with the cop who chose to find humor in the situation instead of getting pissed and giving us a ticket, we drove on.

This time, Bruno drove the rest of the way and didn’t do the autopilot thing at all.

When we arrived at the house, the first thing Bruno did was stretch an extension cord out to the car and plug ‘the bastard’ in.

While he did that, I went to the nearest coffee shop that was a hop and a skip away from our rental, called Hunt, and allowed him to take control of my computer and send out everything I needed sent out.

“All done,” Hunt said. “Now, tell me more about you and Bruno.”

I rolled my eyes. “Bruno and I are Bruno and I.” I paused when I watched the man in question walk into the coffee shop. “Gotta go. Thanks for sending that info for me.”

He chuckled. “Don’t thank me too much. I’m going to read the one about the highlander. It looked really good, and I’ve always liked time travel books.”

Before I could tell him that he couldn’t, he hung up, leaving me rolling my eyes as Bruno walked up.

“What’s that look for?” he asked curiously.

“Hunt just told me his fee for sending my books for me was him getting to read one about a highlander. The only problem is that I’ve signed a contract that expressly prohibits me from sharing any information about it, the book itself, or anything related to the book. This is a big contract with a publisher, so it’s making me a little antsy,” I told him.

He took a seat and then gestured toward my laptop.

“I had an idea when you were walking here. Do you mind if I use that?” he asked.

I pushed it toward him and watched as he once again called Hunt back and asked him to get him a secure connection.

He did and Bruno was off.

“So I was thinking while you were taking a nap earlier, about the man in the van. The first van that I interacted with,” he murmured. “And it was when you were walking away that I finally figured out the connection to the man. He’s the spitting fucking image.”