Sweet Pain: A Wild Hawks MC Romance by K.S. Ellis

Author:K.S. Ellis [Ellis, K.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 2021-01-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

KILLER

I left Hope with the ladies, heading in the direction of the café; when I finally, after the longest four fucking weeks of my life, climb back on my rig. Feeling it roar to life between my legs, and following Aric out of the compound, the wind in my hair, I relax. God, I missed this fucking feeling. We head southeast, heading for Pinedale. It’s a city just south of San Remo, where Lena is originally from, and it’s a much richer area. Hope mentioned that fucker Hugh Crossley came from money, so it makes sense that he lives in fucking Pinedale.

The house we pull up at is fucking huge. McMansion huge. It’s completely over the top, and for the life of me, I just can’t imagine Hope living here. Or maybe I just don’t fucking want to. Whatever. We cut our engines and watch the front entrance.

‘You’re sure this is where the cunt lives?’ I ask Aric, who grunts, nodding sharply.

‘Strafe is sure. You know the kid’s a fucking bloodhound.’ I study Aric for a beat, and then turn my eyes back to the over the top grand white portico. He’s not wrong, and that reminds me that I have a job for Strafe.

We watch the house in silence for a while, until Bruiser breaks it.

‘Did you even get to use the fucking TV?’ he drawls, and Aric snorts, his eyes still focused on the front door. I roll my eyes.

‘Yeah, cunt. Watched ESPN. Why? You want me to thank you or something?’

‘I can think of something else you could have been doing while you were in that house,’ Bruiser shrugs, a smirk tugging at his lips. ‘Involving the nurses’ tight little ass.’

‘Mention Hope’s ass one more fucking time cunt, and I’ll fucking end you,’ I growl, and Aric snorts again, while Bruiser grins wickedly.

‘Thought that was how the wind was blowing,’ Bruiser snickers. But I just roll my eyes and ignore them both. Fucking shitheads.

‘Conrad would have liked her,’ Aric says, casual as you like. He’s still looking at the house, but I can feel Bruiser’s eyes on my face. I fight to keep my expression neutral, and shrug.

‘Yeah, he would have.’ Though I’m staring at the house, I can see from the corners of my eyes that both Aric and Bruiser cast curious looks at me. ‘Fucker’s here,’ I growl, and they both turn forward as a Mercedes pulls into the drive and a slick looking preppy bastard gets out. Aric is already striding across the road, Bruiser on his heels, and I know that they’re making sure that they get to him first; before I can get my hands on the cunt.

He turns at Aric’s shout, his eyes widening in fear, before Bruiser’s fist smashes into his face and he crumples like a sack of potatoes. Bruiser pulls a zip tie out of his back pocket, like he carries them around at all times or some shit. Creepy fucker. Aric makes the call, and Fangs

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