Hyde's Absolution (Sydney Storm MC 4) - Page 67
“Fuck, spit it out, Marx. What did he say?” I asked.
“He always told me that his boss would be happy with my work.” He paused. “Until today.”
“What did you do today?” I asked. King remained eerily silent while he took everything in.
My phone rang again. I ignored it, again. We’d be done here soon enough; I’d check it then.
“I dropped off cash to one of their men early this morning, and I followed him, trying to get to the boss. They must have been following him, too, because I didn’t get far before they got to me.”
King dropped his arms. “So they left you for dead. How the fuck did you get here?”
Marx shook his head slightly. “They didn’t leave me there. They brought me here. Opened their car door and dumped me out the front as they drove by.”
King’s eyes met mine, and I knew we had the same thought. “I’m on it,” I called out over my shoulder as I exited the room.
I jogged down the hallway to the room where we ran surveillance. Finding Nitro there, I said, “We need to pull footage of the front of the club from just over an hour ago.”
“What are we looking for?”
“The car that dumped Marx out the front.”
He whistled low. “Surely they’re smarter than that.”
“You’d think so, but we need that number plate either way.”
Ten minutes later, I had Bronze on the phone. I’d given him the number plate to run. And then I asked, “Any word on Sully yet?”
“Nothing. I’m still looking,” he said, causing my gut to tighten.
“Thanks, Bronze.” I ended the call and tried to push thoughts of what had happened to Sully from my mind. I wasn’t ready to admit my gut feel for the matter. Not yet. I still held hope that he’d show up.
I noticed the missed calls I’d had were from Charlie and was about to call her back when King entered the surveillance room, distracting me.
“Bronze on to it?” he asked.
Both Nitro’s gaze and mine dropped to King’s hands. Blood covered them. “Fuck, King,” I muttered, meeting his eyes again. “What did you do?” Surely he hadn’t killed Marx. I was convinced there was more information to get out of him still.
The murderous energy surrounding him filled the tiny room. There was no mistaking how wired he was for death. “He’s still breathing if that’s what you want to know.”
Nitro’s brows raised. “You just had a little fun with him?”
“Let’s just say that he won’t be walking anywhere in a hurry.”
“You cut his foot off?” I asked.
King scowled. “Fuck, Hyde, I’m not that fucking stupid.” King’s mouth twisted into the kind of smile that let you know he derived great—possibly, insane—pleasure from whatever he did. “I broke his leg so he couldn’t go anywhere.”
“Good move,
” Devil said from the doorway. “That asshole deserves it.”
My phone rang yet again. This time I answered it. “Monroe. I’m in the middle of something. You okay?”
Monroe’s voice filtered down the line. It was filled with concern. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Charlie’s just been taken to hospital by ambulance. She fell at your place and hurt her arm.”
Fuck. I’d ignored Charlie’s calls.
Every fatherly instinct I possessed kicked in. “Which hospital? And where was Tenille?”
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