Final Ride (Lords of Mayhem 4)

“I’m working on her computer now. We could use Hilary here to ask her questions, but that’s about it,” Gadget said.

“I’ll send her over. Just give me a second to enjoy the quiet.”

Gadget snickered. “She’s not that bad, Hawk.”

He grunted.

“We got good news and bad news,” Gadget said.

“Good first,” Hawk said feeling like he was in rapidly rising rushing water.

“We know who the victims are, and what might sway them toward helping us. She was thorough. I’ll give her that,” Gadget said.

“Great, she’s a regular girl scout. What’s the bad news?” Hawk said. He cracked his knuckles.

“They know she knows, and I give you anything they’re looking for her,” Gadget said.

“Of course they are,” Hawk said as his fingers itched to wrap around her neck. She’d kept how much she knew about them to herself. Did she talk to them already?

“We got to keep her safe,” Specs said.

Hawk nodded.

“We should see if she brought all her research with her. I’m going by what I can find, but she’s good at clearing things out,” Gadget said.

“Her phone’s clean. I think they were following her,” Specs said.

I don’t know if that’s better or worse. “Now we really need to know if she visited the victims.”

“I’ll go get her,” Specs said standing.

Hawk closed his eyes. He’d be stuck babysitting her. Pres was tied up with Boston which left him in charge. This wasn’t a task to pass off to someone else. He wasn’t used to being challenged. Especially by a woman. Hilary seemed to live for the conflict. I could think of more interesting things to have her mouth do. The minute she first set foot at a Mayhem picnic she’d caught his eye. But she had this crazy frosty vibe that killed his thought of approaching her. It didn’t stop his dick from getting hard though. He’d rubbed quite a few out to thoughts of the curly-haired beauty. Most of them involved creative ways to fill those full lips of hers and shut her mouth.

“Tell me what you found before she gets here,” Hawk said, shoving aside thoughts of her on her knees.

“They were tracking her. Every time she looked at something. I’m not sure what tipped them off. She went about it the right way with a dummy email, but they were anticipating it. Given the fact that research is a part of her profession they’d be imbeciles not to. And that’s the thing with these guys; they’re stupid smart, and careful,” Specs said.

“But we got them now, right?” Hawk said, ready to end this mess brought on by self-indulgent assholes who thought the world owed them something.

“Yeah, it’s a matter of time until we track down their names, and aliases, and then there’ll be no hiding. Thing is. We can’t alert them. Hil needs to continue as normal online,” Gadget said.

“All right I’m going to go put my head together with Pres and come up with a plan of action. I want you two to keep working your magic on the computer and watch her.”

Convinced the two could handle the live wire, he went to seek out Tiny. I love being the bearer of good news. Truth was, the higher up on the chain you were the more shit you had to deal with. He strode out of the room, closed the door behind him and scanned the room. If he had to interrupt Tiny in his room with Boston, he’d get his ass chewed out. Relief hit him when he spotted them across the room talking to Moose and Joey. The girls had gotten close with their impending bundles. He shuddered. Kids scared the fuck out of him. Needy, crying, whining little things that depended on you completely to thrive didn’t rate on his to-do list right now. He walked over and cleared his throat.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I need to borrow you for a minute, Tiny.”

Tiny stood from his chair. “I’ll be back. You stay here and relax,” Tiny said, placing a kiss on Boston’s puckered lips before he straightened. “How’s Hilary doing?”

“She’s good physically, but mentally I think she’s still in shock. It hasn’t hit her yet.”

“Damn. They’re growing bolder,” Tiny said.

“No, desperate. She’s been working on finding the women they used as their own personal playthings and getting them to turn on the men.”

“Jesus, did she make contact with these girls?” Tiny asked.

“Not sure yet. She keeps talking about how this was all theory, but I don’t trust her.”