Novel Sweet
Chapter 9 (Killer)
Chapter 9 (Killer)
My cell rings and I slip it from my pants pocket.
“How many fuckin' hours does it take to fuck one woman,” Mercy says from the other end of the line.
Mercy transferred from our Ohio Chapter to stay here in Kanal a few weeks before we met Beggar, it
only became official two months ago.
She used to be a special ops informant until her twin died four years ago after she got the wrong Intel
and sixteen people dead.
I call it bad judgment, our superiors said it wasn't her fault, but one thing I've always known about
Mercy was that she never believed in bullshit.
And we both knew it was her fault and when she asked me I told her.
She handed in her resignation a day after. Joined the club a year after that.
“Depends on the woman, tell Spade to hurry the fuck up. River's bringing Hannah around, he wants
everybody back here to welcome her.”
Mercy and Spade have been handling the deaths that have been happening in Kanla. We normally
don't stick our noses in these things, but since River became President that has changed.
It is our town and we need to protect it even if it means playing detective.
With splitting the club up between looking for Beggar, the night club we are opening, our other
businesses, charity events and now this, needs a good structure plan and leadership.
River is a fucking good President.
“I like Hannah, she's cool. Still waiting for that lead from the sheriffs office about the new body should
be there in thirty.”
“Tell Hannah that when you see her, and tell Spade to stop fucking Jo's science teacher, River is going
to bust his face when Jo fails science.”
I end the call just as my cell rings again. This time a small smirk comes to my face as Kylie's name
flashes on my screen with a selfie she took a year back when I took her sky diving.
“Hey, how's my lil sis, Are you stopping for a visit?” Kylie is the only one of my siblings who understand
me, she helped me to pretend.
She hated it when my mother cried whenever I got hurt and I would just look at her.
Kylie's changed over these months, from her secret girl feelings for Vincent to her on going plight to
pretend she is untouchable.
“That is what I want to talk to you about.”
“I'm listening.”
“There is no other way or easier one to tell you this so I am just going to blurt it out.”
“Okay shoot.”
“Beggar is here, at my house, showed up like over two weeks ago bleeding to death, the doctor,
Vincent , Deno and Marco are the only other ones besides you and I who know. But I don't trust
Vincent, he has been staying since she got here and while Beggar talks to me I sense she is keeping
her guard up with him. He also keeps asking when you coming, I told him you said in a few weeks, I
just didn't feel right telling him you didn't know, I thought maybe you'd check the cameras and call but
nothing, so here I am calling you..”
I don't comment on the camera story, “I'll be there tonight, if Vincent asks stall.”
“Okay, she is on the second floor, I will leave the window open. She doesn't know you coming, she
keeps insisting she doesn't want to talk to anyone, but I thought maybe if you or ZERO.”
“He's moved on Ky, I'll be there”
I dial River as I end the call with Kylie.
“I am not helping you hide a body, call Spade.”
“Beggar is with Kylie, I'm leaving, you have my vote for Hannah, this stays between you and me for
now, I'm calling in one of those favors you owe me.”
He is silent, and if it was anyone else I would put my phone off but River is a man that earned my
respect so I shut the fuck up and wait till he digests what I just told him,
“Keep her safe brother.”
Now I do clip the call.
I shove my mobile in my leather pants, my eyes don’t need to look at my bedroom, it is perfectly
aligned and everything in its place as it should be.
My bedroom is designed for me, everything is placed in a specific place, including the only Parker pen
that stands in a silver cup by my study desk which is four feet away from my bedroom door.
The steps that lead me to downstairs are behind me before fifty seconds have gone. I grab my cut by
the jacket hooks lining the front wall and my bike keys.
Once I am outside I spot Spade and Texas. I give them chin lifts, ignoring Texas and his speculative
eyes and swing my leg over my bike.
I slip my phone out and dial Michael. My older brother.
“I was just about to call you, saw Amariya, she's at Kylie's,” I hear the fucker and his dry excuse.
Michael had cameras installed in Kylie's place when she moved in. I bought her the house so she
insisted it was me but Michael is the crazy one in my family.
So he knew the day Kylie probably opened her home to Beggar.
But we both already know that so as usual I say fuck all to point out the obvious, instead I tell him,
“I need your jet.”
“Got a helipad like twenty minutes from the drop zone in Liston.”
“I need the jet, wanna take my bike.”
“Should be there in two,” he says.
“How's my nephew. Hear you playing dad for two weeks,” I ask the question because I should.
It is a human response, but to me it is another piece of a puzzle.
“He is David's son, and he never shuts up how do you think he is.”
“I'll pick him up this weekend, take him fishing. Hannah's kid is about his age.”
“I will drop him myself, I meant to stop by and see dad.” And even my genius brother plays my game,
telling me exactly what I wanted to know.
“Send my regards.”
“Send mine to Kylie and Vincent.”
“I'm not meeting Vincent, I'm sneaking in, then out, Kylie said there is no trust lost, my job is to protect
Beggar, not worry about my fucked up brother.”
Nobody knows Vincent as I do.
My brother is a fucking lunatic and the only reason he lives is that he is my family, and he has never
gotten my other brothers or sisters involved in his shit.
If that changes, I would put a bullet in his head myself.
And that is only if one of his enemies doesn't do it first.
I start my bike and I ride with my bandanna wrapped around my mouth and my helmet on as I bend
and curve to the bends and turns of the roads ahead.
Soon I would see the woman who has me questioning everything that I have known all my
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