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After catching a few hours of sleep, Sonny headed back to the clubhouse.
He’d texted Avery first thing, showing his hand by admitting he wanted her to come back home with him last night, or rather, this morning. Her being a teasing witch, she sent him dirty texts that had his blood pumping fast and hot. Then he called her, but she ignored him.
Unable to stand it any longer, Sonny rubbed one out in the bathroom, cleared his mind, and got back to work.
He’d find his hellion later and deliver a suitable punishment. She wanted to tease, she’d find out the hard way that Sonny could play just as dirty.
And he always won.
For now, they had work to do.
Sonny reviewed the profile Xander had compiled on Tyra Litch.
28, born in Calgary. Current occupation: part-time housecleaner. Arrests and previous convictions for assault, larceny, drug possession, and fraud. Moved to Longford six months ago, to the home of her paternal grandmother, Elsa Litch. The grandmother died two months ago and left her the house and a huge amount of private medical bills after seeking experimental cancer treatment in Mexico. Parents deceased, no siblings. Tyra spent a year in a drug treatment facility in Canmore in 2020 for cocaine addiction.Kingston Hedge received treatment in the same facility at the same time. That’s our link. Also, Tyra’s friend Hazel DeLuca, lives in the same apartment complex as Raymond Ghest. Hazel works as an aesthetician at Nail Me, in Longford.
That still didn’t explain how Tyra got an invite to one of the H & H parties. It was better to have Avery work that angle. Picking up his phone, he sent her a quick text.
Forget the bar, I’ll send some of the recruits. Go pay Tyra’s friend Hazel a visit at Nail Me (don’t even joke). Make an appointment and chat her up.
Avery: You want me to see if they have availability to… nail me? Oh baby, I’m ready. But I’ll wear the wig, just in case.
Do that. And you’re not getting nailed or railed by anyone but me. Got it?
No response. Sonny ran an agitated hand over his head and gripped the back of his neck.
Shit, the last he needed was another boner this morning. He adjusted himself in his jeans, took a deep breath and focused on what needed to be done.
Finish the interrogation, find out who’s responsible for inviting that bitch to their compound, and get rid of any potential threats.
Sonny’s phone rang.
Gage.
“What’s up?” Sonny answered.
“My contact has spotted Tyra around our gun range. I want you to go down there and bring her back here. I want to know everything. Who invited her to our parties to begin with, who she knows, and what she knows.”
“I’m going to finish the interrogation and let the DR guys go. The longer we keep them, the bigger this fight is going to get. Unless you want me to get rid of them now?”
“No, finish your work and make sure it sends a message. You need backup at the range?”
“Nope.”
“I want that bitch talking. I want answers.”
“You got it.”
Gage hung up.
Sonny texted Avery again.
Change of plans. Tyra was spotted at our gun range. I’m going to pick her up and bring her back here. I want you to help me with the interrogation.
Text me when you’re ready.
Sonny headed back to the bunker. After another round of Q&T (questions and torture), but very few answers, Sonny led each man back upstairs and out to his SUV. With their heads covered and their injuries covered, Sonny drove the men to the outskirts of Canmore. He shoved their phones back in their pockets and dumped them by the side of a one-lane country road, just outside their compound.
Killing a drug mule or a thief was one thing. Killing another biker - in this case, two - had to be done at the right time. For now, these guys would send a message to their president. But that was their only warning. Next time, a lot more blood would be spilled.
