“Christ, man,” Crash murmured, his eyes glued to the screen.
A moment later, Cole’s cell phone went off. He pulled it out, looked at the screen and saw it was Mack. He put it to his ear, growling, “Yeah?
“You seeing what I’m seeing?” Mack bit out.
“Yeah. Just saw it.”
“Goddamn it. Call a meeting.”
Twenty minutes later, they were gathered around the table in the clubhouse meeting room.
Mack ran his hand through his hair in a frustrated fashion before looking over at Cole. “What do we know?”
“I talked with Sonny. He’s had no problems. Nothing unusual. He’s got no clue.”
Mack stared down at the scarred wooden table. “That’s the third hit on a business that has a direct line to our income. I’m not buying that it’s a coincidence.”
Cole nodded. “I think you’re right.”
Mack looked over at Cole. “Who the fuck is doing this?”
Cole shook his head. “I don’t know, but when we catch them, they’re going to wish they were dead.”
“Up security on everything. Sonny’s, the Pony, all our deliveries, and find out who the fuck is doing this!” Mack roared.
Cole nodded.
****
The man stood in the bushes, fifty yards from the clubhouse. Just far enough away to be out of sight. He grinned as he watched the men scramble out to their bikes. They’d never figure out who was fucking with them. He was just too good. Hell, this was like taking candy from a baby.
He twirled the gold necklace with the tiny locket around his finger. A little memento from last night. One he’d taken from the cute brunette. She’d yelled filthy things at him before he’d shut her up, calling him a grotesque hideous monster. The little cunt.
He’d shown her though, hadn’t he? He’d shown her the true meaning of the word monster, saving her for last, taking his time with her, slashing her over and over while she’d screamed behind the duct tape he’d put across her mouth.
She’d been Sonny’s headliner. He chuckled. Her head wasn’t so pretty anymore, now, was it?
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Crystal was on the front steps of the shop, sipping on a cola and enjoying the spring sunshine for a fifteen minute break when Max came roaring up on his Harley. He backed it to the curb, dropped the kickstand and climbed off. Pulling his helmet off, he twisted, grinning back at Crystal.
Her eyes trailed over his bike. All of the O’Rourke brothers rode. And every time she heard their bikes pull in, every time she looked out the window and saw that line of four bikes, sometimes a lot more than four if they had a bunch of bikers for customers, she’d miss the feel of riding down the road on the back of Wolf’s bike.
She’d ridden with Wolf quite often over the years. He’d take her on long rides. Usually, they’d stop somewhere quiet and have long talks about anything and everything. He’d tell her about growing up with a father that made his life hell and never thought he was good enough. She’d tell him about growing up with a sister who could do no wrong and how in comparison she could do no right. They’d share things with each other, things they’d never shared with anyone else.
Her thoughts went back to one ride in particular…
Wolf had ridden her up into the hills to a spot that overlooked the city below. It was a place he’d taken her to several times before. In fact, she’d begun to think of it as their special spot.
Dusk was falling, turning the sky to a gorgeous sapphire blue as the lights of the city sparkled below. They sat side-by-side on a big boulder, their booted feet swinging.
“It’s so beautiful up here,” she murmured.
“Um-hmm.” He studied the horizon.
She turned to him. “If you hadn’t joined the MC, what would you have done?”
“What do you mean?”