Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,29
and I both know the truth. The reason I’m telling you this is because I also know that the girl who just drove out of here, looking like someone just kicked her while she was down, is no more your blood than I am. She was looking at you like my Tai looks at me. If you’re too blind to see that, then you best be prepared for her to turn those sights on someone else, because I know that expression. That was a young girl who was lost. If T-Rex said she was taking part in street racing, you can bet your ass she’s trying to find something or outrun it. That’s a desperate girl. You know what happens to desperate people, Scott Haven.”
“How the hell did you get so damn smart, brother?” Hollywood wasn’t going to admit shit to Cosmo, didn’t need to. He wondered who else knew about him. Keys and his computer hacking skills combined with the fact he was an ex-SEAL could have some idea. Shit, he was going to have to come clean to his MC brothers sooner rather than later.
“I had to be in order to survive the shit I did. You best get your ass in gear if you’re going to find out where they’ll be racing tonight. You might give Keys a holler. I’m sure that brother can get that shit for you in like five minutes.”
He could pull up the tracker on her car or cell, but he’d have to get to his computer. Keys was a phone call away.
Chapter Four
KEYS WAS ABLE TO GET the info for him in minutes. Los Angeles was a big area. His little Talena had driven faster than he’d thought she would or should. For that, she’d be answering to him and his palm when he caught up to her.
“Damn, bro, she must’ve been burying that needle to get from here to there that quickly. She’s lucky she didn’t get pulled over,” Keys muttered, the sound of the keyboard clacking away in the background continued.
“Believe me, I plan to make sure she’s aware of my displeasure. Is her phone moving or stationary?” He’d given Keys the code for the tracking devices on Talena’s car and the other ones he was sure were on her person.
More keys being tapped filled the air before Keys answered. “Yeah, looks like their all in the same area, although I can’t say for sure she’s not moving at all. If she is, then it’s in the same ten to fifteen feet range. I can get satellite footage pinged if you want?”
Hollywood pulled the phone away from his ear, staring at the screen like he’d misheard his friend. “You mean you can pull up cameras from the surrounding area?”
“Sure, if that’s what you want to think.” Keys went silent. “I don’t think you’ll like what you find, Hollywood. Maybe you should take a couple brothers with you. On second thought, I’m coming with you. I’ll make a couple calls and meet you out front.” Keys disconnected the call without another word.
He didn’t get a chance to respond or question him further. If there was one thing Hollywood hated more than watching a woman cry, it was not knowing what the fuck was going on. Keys hanging up before explaining had him wondering what the fuck his friend had seen that made him react the way he had.
“Fucker, you best tell me what the hell you saw,” he growled as he punched Keys’ number into his cell. He started walking quickly toward the clubhouse where he’d left his bike, intent on making his way with or without anyone coming with him. The phone rang several times before Keys voicemail kicked in.
His long strides ate up the distance in no time while he internally fumed. He wasn’t a man who put off things because he was scared of facing danger alone. With Keys help he had a location that was near enough to his loft in LA. On his way down he’d make some calls and see if he could get a few men in place without involving his brothers. He had a feeling shit was going to go down that would land him on the wrong side of the law. Not that the MC had a problem with that, but with Tai’s shit in Florida being recent and her status not quite legal, the last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to the club.