Sealed In Strength by Ryan Michele

Author:Ryan Michele [Michele, Ryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wicked Words Publishing, LLC

13

Crow

My brothers listened to everything Rylynn told them and then watched the tapes. The air in the house pumped with fury coming off all three of us. One of our own betrayed us. Pulled us away from getting information from Simon to be led on some fucked up goose chase that never was.

Pissed wasn’t even the half of it. Fury unleashed was more like it.

She hadn’t even gotten to Purple Pride shit yet, so it was only going to get worse.

“You think Lemon is workin’ with Ebony?” Wrong Way asked, and with all the shit going on lately with that damn place, I wouldn’t take that option off the table.

“Don’t know.”

“If he said, ‘he’s here.’ That meant Simon who worked up there. That leads to Ebony,” Brewer worked out, going step by step. “But why would Lemon be working with her? Where is the connection there?”

“Her pussy,” Wrong Way chimed in, shrugging.

“True,” Rylynn said. I would’ve smiled at that if I weren’t so fucking pissed off.

“You think Lemon knows what the hell is goin’ on up there?” Brewer asked.

“Fuck if I know. Rylynn has more,” I told them.

My brothers turned to her, and she played the footage from Purple Pride. They watched in silence.

“Do the cars ever leave?” Wrong Way asked, nodding to the computer, and Rylynn handed it over to him. He began pushing buttons fast forwarding it. “There,” he called out.

On the screen was a large box truck backing up the same way the semi went in about forty-eight hours after the semi. The door closed and forty-five minutes later, the truck took off.

“Their splittin’ them for parts.” Wrong Way kept clicking and found a second truck doing the exact same thing. After that truck though, several men came out the door. There were smiles and nothing like the greeting we received going up there.

“Okay. If that’s true, what’s up with all the fuckin’ firepower?” I asked, leaning back on my kitchen chair.

“Depends on what kind they’re choppin’ up. If it’s luxury vehicles, that shit goes for serious bank,” Wrong Way began. “And they wouldn’t want a bunch of guys gettin’ into their shit about it. Hence, the firepower.”

“You think? Why the fuck didn’t Ebony just talk to us about this shit?” I asked.

“Fuck if I know. The meeting should go well though,” Brewer said, swiping a hand over his face and through this hair. “Still don’t get Lemon’s place in it.”

“I’m callin’ Tex.” I pulled out my cell, and he answered on the second ring.

“Not at home and not at his girl’s. Drove by Lemon’s folks, nothin’ there either.”

“So he’s MIA,” I said loudly to the room. “Keep lookin’.” Disconnecting the call, we needed to get to the clubhouse. “We’re in his room. Now. See what we can find there.”

Wrong Way and Brewer got up from their chairs. Wrong Way put a hand on top of Rylynn’s head. “Thanks, darlin’. You helped us out a lot here.”

She smiled up at him, but her eyes then came to mine.

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