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Holy fucking shit! “You are…a naughty boy.”
His deep laugh sounded a moment before his tongue slid across my collarbone. “I’m so much more than a naughty boy, Ellie, and I can’t wait to show you.” His tongue dipped into the fluttering pulse in my throat and then he stepped back with hooded lids and a clenched jaw. “Soon, sweetness. Really fucking soon.”
I waited until he was gone to let the shiver that was dying to break out work its way up my spine. Diesel was too much everything, and for the first time in my life, I wanted to leap.
With or without a parachute.
Chapter Eleven
Diesel
“Who the fuck would do this?” Maverick was the first to speak once we arrived at Leather & Chrome. The nightclub was the MC’s most lucrative businesses outside of selling weed and ass, and had been almost from the first day when a few Hollywood stars blasted their good time all over social media. “We have beef with other MCs and shit, but this?” He shook his head, long red hair blowing in the breeze as his blue eyes blazed with fury.
Rocky couldn’t look away from the chalk outline of the body that had been moved away just hours ago. “Did Sheriff Cross say anything about who the dead girls were?”
I shook my head, biting back my anger. “No, he hasn’t given me names yet.” But I knew all the Sheriff’s tells, and I knew he was withholding information. “But he said the girl found here was reported missing about three months ago and there have been no traces of her anywhere. Nothing picked up on surveillance footage, no credit card activity, and no social media posts.”
Maverick frowned. “Plenty of people don’t post on social media,” he grumbled, because my sergeant at arms was a grumpy motherfucker.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “That’s true, except this victim turned seventeen about three weeks ago.”
“Fuck,” Rocky bit out angrily.
“Shit,” Maverick growled, and kicked at a rock on the ground. “She was a fucking baby.”
“We need to calm down,” I told my men before they riled themselves up and did some shit to get us all a stay at the county jail for a night or two, and I moved us indoors to get away from any prying eyes or ears. “Someone is sending a message, but who?”
We stepped into Leather & Chrome, and although it was the middle of the day and completely empty of customers, there were a few staff walking through the currently brightly lit space, as police officers continued to buzz around outside.
“My money is on the Black Disciples,” Maverick offered, referring to an all-Black MC who did business on the south side of Vegas. “Everyone knows they pimp out young white girls to the highest bidder.”
That was true, but I knew Darius, and I wasn’t quite sure this was his MO. I sighed and sat us at one of the VIP tables at the back, near the hanging cages where we had leather clad go-go dancers every Friday and Saturday night. I waved over the manager, a woman in her thirties with a straight black bob and a full sleeve of tattoos down the entire left side of her body, who had been the one to discover the body and inform me and the police when she’d come in today to manage the books. She brought us each a round of beers, and I turned to my brothers.
“Darius hires young girls, yes. Young, but not underage. Unless something has changed?”
Maverick shook his head and looked away, taking a long pull of his beer, a sure sign his suspicion had more to do with his girlfriend running off to be with Darius.
“The Rollin’ Thirties haven’t forgiven us for selling those guns to the Koreans, and Santos can hold a grudge like a pissed off woman,” Rocky added with a smirk. “Plus, they got busted because one of their hookers was a few days shy of eighteen.”
The Rollin’ Thirties were a street gang who operated wherever the fuck they wanted. They were young and violent and out of control.
“Let’s be honest, a girl that young could be a long-term money maker. Would Darius or Santos just kill her and drop her instead of using her up and then sending this same message?” It was an unpalatable thought, but finding answers meant being honest.
“You’re right,” Rocky said, and scrubbed a hand across his face. “If not a known enemy, an unknown one, then.”
“Hell, that could be anybody,” Maverick grumbled. “It could be someone who’s in love with one of the club whores. Someone who didn’t like the strain of kush they bought from one of our dispensaries.” His gaze landed on mine. “Could be someone angry that one of us slid in and scooped up a pretty single mom right from under them.”
Rocky laughed.
I flipped them both off, providing a moment of levity in the middle of all this bullshit. “It’s not like that.” Not yet, anyway. I wanted Ellie more than I’d wanted any woman in my whole fucking life. She didn’t even know how drawn to her I felt.
“Yeah? How is it, then, because I walked in on you glowing with domestic glee, brother.”
“She’s a part of Leo’s life, which means she’s going to be part of mine.”
“Right,” he said, drawing out the world. “She’s hot, sweet, and she loves your kid like he’s her own. Lie to yourself, brother, but don’t lie to us.”
“We need to get the names of those girls,” I said instead of responding to Rocky’s spot-on accusations. “If any of them has a connection to us or someone connected to us, it’ll give us someplace to start getting answers.”
