His Bold Heart: Her Stepbrother's Desire, a Death Lords MC (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 19) by Goode Ella

Author:Goode, Ella [Goode, Ella]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-05-13T16:00:00+00:00

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As we both anticipated, Moose pulls into the ratty hotel where Trainor is staying. Chelsea whips past the motel without me saying a word and then drives around the block. There’s alley access and she pulls into there. Within a couple of minutes, we’re parked behind the motel. Trainor is on the second floor.

“You still remember how to shoot your Glock?” I ask, more for my sake than hers.

She nods as she pulls two guns out from under the seat. I take the larger one and we both check the chambers.

“You think we’re going to get into a gunfight in a seedy motel in Burnsville?”

“I can only hope,” I grin. I’m still concerned but it is better that she’s with me. That way I don’t have to worry about what’s going on at home. Back at Fortune, no one would be dumb enough to lay a finger on her but here? No one really knows us which is both good and bad. On the bright side, Chelsea’s been to the gun range with both Judge and me and at least before I went to prison, she was a pretty good shot. There are worse people to have at my back.

Chelsea and I get out of the truck and loiter by the back door. I pretend to smoke while we wait for someone to leave. We get lucky because a business man exits before we get too cold.

I stub out the nonexistent stick and grab the door before it locks. The businessman doesn’t look back and Chelsea and I slip in. We both look at the floor to avoid our faces on the cameras in the corner of the stairwells. At the top of the landing, I pause, holding my arm out to keep her back.

Good thing I did that because standing in front of room 212 is fucking Officer Paulson of the Fortune police. Chelsea must see him too because I hear her slight gasp before she covers her mouth with a hand. I step back and motion for her to come with me. We retreat to the first floor. I reach in and pull out a stack of cash.

“Get a room, first floor near an exit. See what Abel’s ETA is. Text me.”

She nods and then runs off. I peer around the corner. Paulson is leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, looking bored out of his mind. He starts pacing in front of the door, never going too far away as if he has been told to stick close. After about ten turns, he checks his watch. Finally, he pulls out his phone and starts watching something.

The phone in my pocket vibrates.

Abel is here.

I text Chelsea.

Go out to the truck. There’s a roll of plastic under the seat in the back. Have Abel carry that into the room and then send him up here.

Abel will know what to do with the plastic. Hell, Chelsea will too.

I tuck my phone away and go back to watching Paulson.

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