Captured: Hunted Love #3 by Aden Lowe

Author:Aden Lowe [Lowe, Aden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-03-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen: Kellen

Kellen had to hand it to him. Blackwell knew how to be a host. Just after their talk, he went back to the house in his damn golf cart—Kellen couldn't get over that shit—and almost immediately a man returned in it, with the back half full of food. Prime steaks, vegetables, casseroles, and several cases of beer. A second golf cart appeared with a huge gas grill loaded in the back. In a matter of minutes, the mother of all cookouts was underway.

And none of it helped Kellen's mood the least little bit. If not for the damn money Blackwell offered, he'd be on his bike on the way back home. But the Hell Raider's bank accounts could use the hundred K he'd offered for satisfactory completion of the job. So, come hell or high water, Kellen would do the thing, and do it right. No matter how distasteful he found the idea.

The worst part was losing the opportunity for revenge against Barger. Even though he'd never acted on the need, it had always been there, burning in the back of his mind. Losing even the possibility set off an explosive anger that threatened to consume him and anyone in his path.

He needed to get his mind on something else before he killed the first person who spoke to him. A call from Vicky seemed the only thing capable of distracting him. Except in a slightly uncharacteristic thing, he'd rather wait for darkness and privacy. What the hell was that about? He'd never cared before who saw him engage in any sexual act. But talking with Vicky…that was different.

He grabbed a beer and wandered through the Raider camp, stopping to talk to one of the men occasionally. Overall, they seemed satisfied with the deal he'd made. A couple weren't any more thrilled than he was about the target being a woman. He might be a lot of things, but he left women and kids out of his shit.

Trip passed, headed toward the beer coolers. "Hey boss. 'Sup?"

"Not much, man. Just thinking about this job."

"Oh yeah? Not liking it so much, huh?" Trip probably knew him better than any of the other men in the club. They'd been friends since something like Kindergarten.

"Nah, not so much." Kellen flipped the butt of his cigarette in the general direction of the fire. "Tempted to walk away, but the club could use the money." He could trust Trip's counsel, and had many times before.

"Yeah we could. And we came a long way to get it. I'd say if you'd rather bow out, let whichever boys are okay to just go ahead with it." Trip gave his big trademark grin. "Now, 'scuse me, but there's a beer and a big T-bone over there with my name on it." He headed off toward the beer and food.

Kellen shook his head. That answer should have been obvious, but trust him to miss the thing right in front of his face when anger got in the way.

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