Saving Glory (Hells Saints Motorcycle Club Book 4) by Paula Marinaro

Author:Paula Marinaro [Marinaro, Paula]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Unknown
Published: 2016-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Glory told Claire everything—about Santino accosting her in the courtyard, about the meeting at the restaurant, about the pictures of Hal, the death of Santino’s father, Vincenzo, and lastly the not so veiled threat of blackmail.

When Glory showed Claire her finger, she cried out in outrage. Then she gauzed and splinted it for her and patted her friend’s back. “That bastard,” Claire whispered. “That no good slimy sonofabitch.”

“Asshole,” Glory added for good measure.

“Do you think Hal did it? Do you think your brother killed Santino’s father?” Claire puzzled at her.

“I honestly don’t know.” Glory’s shoulders sagged and she let out a long suffering sigh. “My brother was definitely mad enough to kill Vincenzo when he found out what had happened. That opportunistic slime-bag led me to believe that I was paying off Hal’s debt, when that wasn’t true at all.”

“You said there were pictures? Do you think they were real?” Claire asked. Then she added with hope, “They can do tons with photos these days to alter them.”

“I honestly don’t know. The time stamped photos, maybe those could be altered, but that flight manifest? No. That was real and the time line definitely adds up. So as much as I like to think it’s not true, it’s not outside the realm of possibility that Hal went there to kill Vincenzo.”

“What does Santino want?” Claire asked in a voice filled with fear.

Glory hesitated and met Claire’s wide eyes with a look of misery.

“Oh my God! He wants you to go work for him, doesn’t he? Glory, you aren’t going to do it, are you? You are not thinking of going back to Vegas with him?” Claire gasped.

“I really wish it were that simple.” Glory shook her head. “That’s not it. It’s not about me. Not yet, anyway.”

“Then who? What?”

“He wants information on the Saints.” Glory lowered her voice and didn’t realize she was twisting her hands until a sharp pain sprang up from her bruised finger.

“What kind of information?” Claire let out a cry of despair.

“I don’t know. He hasn’t told me yet.”

“This is bad.” Claire paced the floor. “Really bad.”

Then she went to the cupboard where she knew the wine was kept. She poured them both a large glass, handed one to Glory and grabbed the bottle. They both sat down on the living room couch.

Just like old times Glory thought with a mixture of gratitude and regret. Because even though she was happy to have Claire by her side, she had really hoped that the days of dealing with dangerous assholes was behind her.

Was behind both of them.

Claire, deep in contemplation, ran her fingers around the rim of the wine glass. She was the first to break the intense silence.

“I wonder what kind of information he’s going to ask you to get?” Claire puzzled.

“I wonder that too. I mean what do I know about the Saints business? Nothing, that’s what.” Glory snorted.

“I bet he starts with something small just to see if you will do it. Last year, I had a credit card stolen and my bank called me.

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