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Story: Devil's Lair
“Don’t. Be you. Be raw. Let it show and it will resonate with the viewers hopefully prompting someone out there to call the tip line.”
“Okay.” I swiped under each eye, took a deep breathe to find my center and got out of the cruiser just as a shiny, black helicopter buzzed over head with a news logo painted on the side.
My spine tingled with awareness. I felt watched but as I slowly spun around, I didn’t see anyone fixated on me.
Still the feeling refused to go away even when Beck and his crew arrived a short time later.
“Kennedy?”
“Beck. Thanks for coming.” We shook hands. “I’ve been a wreck.”
“I’d be too. Tell me everything you know so far…. star at the beginning…”
He took notes as I detailed Rose’s adventure from Ohio out to Oregon. I showed him our texts and the selfies she had taken along the way. When I started ti shake and tear up, he paused, giving a shoulder to cry on. He was so empathetic. For the first time it felt like someone actually cared.”
“Okay, I leave out the part about finding the necklace because it’s evidence of an ongoing investigation and law enforcement gets squarely about details leaking unofficially. Let’s get set up over by the parking area out of their way and we’ll start rolling tape, okay?”
I nodded, numbly.
Thirty minutes later it was over, my legs were jelly and I just needed food and a shower. Beck kindly offered to drive me backinto town while someone from his crew took my car back. He was kind. I din’t care if he was Hailey’s ex who crushed her heart because right now… he was giving mine hope.
CHAPTER 5
BANE
I couldn’t sleepafter I left her at the diner. I headed out to the MC’s favorite local bar, The Fuzzy Peach.
“Sup, Bane?” Phantom raised his beer as I signaled for my own. The place was packed with brothers from my MC. Some getting lap dances, while others a bit more.
I took a seat by the bar, not in the mood for either. Hammer nods to me over from his post by the stage, guarding the strippers from the lusty, drunk men who sometimes try to grab a freebie feel.
I figured I’d spend sometime here with my brothers before meeting Ezra later to discuss Kennedy and her sister. Ezra’s old man is gonna be pissed as all fuck if he ever finds out we’ve been trading gals under the table.
Not for the Club but going out on our own vigilante style. I didn’t really snatch the girl, I just watched it go down and didn’t interfere. The Cartel offered me and Ezra a cut if we helped clear the security cams and clean up the scene where she was taken. We covered the tire tracks good by paying a few punks to tune up our four wheelers out at Devil’s Pass and doing donuts.
Then, I even drove the girl’s car to the chop shop myself. Fuck, Ezra and I had our hands all over this one even though we didn’t take her directly so to speak.
“Fuck, it’s been a week,” I muttered, taking a pull of my beer.
“I got some free pussy for ya’?” Sam the owner of the joint offered.
“Hard pass,” I checked my eyeball and moved away from the fucker. Sam is sleazy as fuck but he has the only place we can chill and drink in peace. (For the most part.)
“The Russians giving ya’ problems?” Sam couldn’t take a fucking hint that although we hang here he isn’t one of us and never would be.
My brows furrowed, my fist clenched, I was still hung up on that fucking girl I left down the road. She was fresh, clean… dare I say pure? The exact opposite of these overdone, over touched and over-fucked club skanks milling around for a buck. Sam was just the last thorn in my side tonight. “You ain’t one if us, Sam. And ya’ never will be. Now leave me the fuck alone to have my beer in peace.”
He got the hint, muttered something about the kitchen staff and took off.
I checked my burner smartphone and the tracking app to make sure little miss troublemaker was still at the motel.
“Bane… you good brother?”
I stroked my beard, deliberating if I should fill in Phantom our MC’s hacker on the situation. I’d have to hope he’s have my and Ez’s back on this.
“Grab your beer, let’s head out back.”
His brows rose slightly. All unofficial business usually gets handles in this manner in the back alley of The Fuzzy Peach.
“Okay.” I swiped under each eye, took a deep breathe to find my center and got out of the cruiser just as a shiny, black helicopter buzzed over head with a news logo painted on the side.
My spine tingled with awareness. I felt watched but as I slowly spun around, I didn’t see anyone fixated on me.
Still the feeling refused to go away even when Beck and his crew arrived a short time later.
“Kennedy?”
“Beck. Thanks for coming.” We shook hands. “I’ve been a wreck.”
“I’d be too. Tell me everything you know so far…. star at the beginning…”
He took notes as I detailed Rose’s adventure from Ohio out to Oregon. I showed him our texts and the selfies she had taken along the way. When I started ti shake and tear up, he paused, giving a shoulder to cry on. He was so empathetic. For the first time it felt like someone actually cared.”
“Okay, I leave out the part about finding the necklace because it’s evidence of an ongoing investigation and law enforcement gets squarely about details leaking unofficially. Let’s get set up over by the parking area out of their way and we’ll start rolling tape, okay?”
I nodded, numbly.
Thirty minutes later it was over, my legs were jelly and I just needed food and a shower. Beck kindly offered to drive me backinto town while someone from his crew took my car back. He was kind. I din’t care if he was Hailey’s ex who crushed her heart because right now… he was giving mine hope.
CHAPTER 5
BANE
I couldn’t sleepafter I left her at the diner. I headed out to the MC’s favorite local bar, The Fuzzy Peach.
“Sup, Bane?” Phantom raised his beer as I signaled for my own. The place was packed with brothers from my MC. Some getting lap dances, while others a bit more.
I took a seat by the bar, not in the mood for either. Hammer nods to me over from his post by the stage, guarding the strippers from the lusty, drunk men who sometimes try to grab a freebie feel.
I figured I’d spend sometime here with my brothers before meeting Ezra later to discuss Kennedy and her sister. Ezra’s old man is gonna be pissed as all fuck if he ever finds out we’ve been trading gals under the table.
Not for the Club but going out on our own vigilante style. I didn’t really snatch the girl, I just watched it go down and didn’t interfere. The Cartel offered me and Ezra a cut if we helped clear the security cams and clean up the scene where she was taken. We covered the tire tracks good by paying a few punks to tune up our four wheelers out at Devil’s Pass and doing donuts.
Then, I even drove the girl’s car to the chop shop myself. Fuck, Ezra and I had our hands all over this one even though we didn’t take her directly so to speak.
“Fuck, it’s been a week,” I muttered, taking a pull of my beer.
“I got some free pussy for ya’?” Sam the owner of the joint offered.
“Hard pass,” I checked my eyeball and moved away from the fucker. Sam is sleazy as fuck but he has the only place we can chill and drink in peace. (For the most part.)
“The Russians giving ya’ problems?” Sam couldn’t take a fucking hint that although we hang here he isn’t one of us and never would be.
My brows furrowed, my fist clenched, I was still hung up on that fucking girl I left down the road. She was fresh, clean… dare I say pure? The exact opposite of these overdone, over touched and over-fucked club skanks milling around for a buck. Sam was just the last thorn in my side tonight. “You ain’t one if us, Sam. And ya’ never will be. Now leave me the fuck alone to have my beer in peace.”
He got the hint, muttered something about the kitchen staff and took off.
I checked my burner smartphone and the tracking app to make sure little miss troublemaker was still at the motel.
“Bane… you good brother?”
I stroked my beard, deliberating if I should fill in Phantom our MC’s hacker on the situation. I’d have to hope he’s have my and Ez’s back on this.
“Grab your beer, let’s head out back.”
His brows rose slightly. All unofficial business usually gets handles in this manner in the back alley of The Fuzzy Peach.