Lariat: A Dark Alpha Motorcycle Club Standalone Romance Novel (Road Kill MC Book 6) by Marata Eros

Author:Marata Eros [Eros, Marata]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tamara Rose Blodgett
Published: 2017-01-25T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Angel

“That's how you keep finding me?” I drag out my gun and give it a thorough inspection, but I can't find the GPS microchip.

Lariat smirks. “Figured you were paranoid enough after Tommy's bullshit that you'd hang onto the piece.”

I slide my gun back home inside my handbag and sigh. The exhale feels dragged out of me. “Yes, you were right.”

“Hey, stud.”

Lariat turns to Trudie.

She snorts, folding her slim arms. “Like the way you take orders.”

He glowers.

I snicker.

“Can't win with you two broads.”

“Broad, huh?” Trudie steps forward, and Lariat retreats a half step.

“Scared?” she asks.

A smile ghosts his lips. “Cautious. You got a set of balls on ya, and I'm not hurting a woman.”

“Hmmm.” Trudie taps her angular jaw with a nail. “I think Ang is good here for the moment. You can take all your leather and”—she waves her hand around—“testosterone overload out of here. Get back with us when you find out about her client.” Trudie's light-amber eyes softly glow as she pauses before speaking in a more subdued tone. “Your cousin.”

We're all silent at that, and I struggle not to cry again. Seems as though I've been drowning in a river of my own grief lately.

I haven't had a moment's pause to think straight.

Lariat puts his hands on his hips, staring Trudie down. “I agree with the part that Angel is safe here—for the moment. But the mafia's not going away.” His stare lands on me for a moment then returns to Trudie. “We won't know what we're dealing with until we find out why my cousin was murdered inside the prison.”

“I don't think Angel's client's murder is related to the current catastrophe of the mafia.”

I shake my head. “Tommy was busy nursing his wounds on the ground, but one of the flunkies said my dad was involved with Ricci.”

“That's bullshit. You've told me everything you could remember about your folks. Daddy was a golden boy. Your mom was Martha Stewart.”

My laugh is harsh as I shrug. “Yes, they were.”

“Go to the police. Make a spectacle,” Trudie pleads.

“No,” Lariat and I say together then exchange an uneasy glance.

“You go first,” I tell him, wondering what his reasoning is.

He drags a large palm over his face, and I notice the darkened skin underneath eyes as black as pitch. “Don't know what boy in blue we can trust. Who might be on the payroll.”

“Why do you figure that?” Trudie asks innocently.

Lariat's lips twist sarcastically. “Call it a hunch.”

Plenty of MC people pay off cops, I speculate.

Lariat's inky eyebrows rise, and he snorts out a laugh. “I'm not real popular around there right now.”

“Because you punched Brad,” I state dryly.

Trudie's eyes go wide. “He did?”

I nod.

“Love that. Brad is always such a condescending nubby dick. Loves himself. Probably breaks his neck passing by mirrors.”

“Nubby dick?” Lariat's laugh is abrupt. “I got the feeling he's his own groupie.” He frowns. “I thought Brad was doing something to Angel.”

“He wasn't. Brad's just worried about me,” I admit, not tacking on the because I'm with you part.

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