Page 26 of Insidious Heart
“He’ll keep trying to pin his murders on the ghost to get under his skin.”
“Exactly.”
“You’re a rather brilliant little thing, aren’t you, baby doll?” His smile grows as he steps toward me, but just when he opens his mouth to speak, a truck comes tearing into the parking lot and I turn.
A truck I’m all too familiar with.
“That’s my…” I look back to where the man was, only to find he’s gone. Gone without a trace. Which has me wondering if he was ever here to begin with.
Definitely had to have finally lost my mind.
“Let's go, princess,” Cal barks from the driver’s side window.
Reluctantly, I stop searching for the charming stranger then hurry over to the black on black Ram idling in front of me.
“I thought Joker was picking me up,” I barely squeak out as I buckle up.
Cal shakes his head. “Got tied up doing something for Prez.”
I just nod.
Small miracles, I suppose.
“Won’t be back for a couple days.”
“Ok.”
“More prospects and patches on the house for now.”
Another absentminded nod as we pull out of the parking lot and my gaze lands on a small flash of orange light.
There, standing in the shadows on the other side of the street, is the charming stranger, lighting a cigarette and grinning at me. And the way those intense eyes gleam in the soft glow of the flame, it makes my belly flip again and sends a little thrill up my spine.
So much for trusting my gut, because something is telling me that man might not be too far off from the rest of the company I keep.
I just can’t find it in me to care.
CHAPTERSIX
VICTOR
Beauregard “Beau the Butcher”Williams.
Originally from Alabama. Forty-seven years old. Moved to Colorado after dropping out of high school. Mechanic by trade, and owner of an auto repair shop and junkyard. Widower with one daughter.
My gaze lifts from the documents on my phone toBeau’s Garage, and I watch for a minute as a few young guys come stumbling out of the biggest building on the property.
They laugh a bit, push each other around, and when no one else leaves the chop shop masquerading as a legit business, I go back to my phone.
President of the Demon Seeds MC since his hostile takeover about twenty-five-years ago. Multiple arrests for public intoxication, grand theft auto, drugs, guns, pimping, statutory rape, and lewd sexual acts with a minor. Assault and battery, assault with a deadly weapon, aggravated assault, domestic violence. There’s even a couple attempted murder charges on the bastard, but they didn’t seem to stick, just like the more severe charges didn’t earn him the prison time most people would get charged with.
Must have some public servants on the take.
Which isn’t a shocker when it comes to most clubs.
Good old Beau apparently has his hands in multiple cookie jars too, because he has a money laundering business—off the books of course—running out of his office here.
How do I know this?
