Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,31
stop staring at her tits. His saving grace had been the fact he’d had on a short sleeve button down shirt that was untucked that hid his massive erection. Poor Jonathan wasn’t so lucky, which was why he and old Johnny don’t talk anymore. Or it could be because he’d knocked a couple of the other man’s teeth out, but whatever, fucker should’ve known better than to keep staring at his sister.
When they hit the road, he turned the mic on his helmet, assuming Keys would have made sure Roq and he were on the same frequency. He was good at waiting, which was one of the reasons he made a good sniper for his team, but during the minutes he waited for Keys to come on, Hollywood found himself growing impatient. Shit, if his team could see him now, gripping his handlebars so fucking hard if they’d been made of weaker material, he would’ve bent them in half, and then he’d have been laughed right out of Delta Force.
“Hollywood, Roq, you two hear me?” Keys asked.
“I hear you so cut the shit and spit it out,” Hollywood growled, uncaring if the other man was able to listen in or not.
“Go on, Keys, I’m good.”
“Hollywood, have you ever heard of the LA street races that go on at night usually?” Keys tone was even.
“Vaguely.”
“Well, from the intel I pulled up, they’re getting a lot more active and a lot more dangerous. You know kids nowadays seem to have more money and balls than before. Of course, it’s not just kids who race or show up at these things. It’s a lot more organized and shit. I’m just going to say it. Brother, there’s a fuckton of money and dirty shit going on in the LA racing scene. Money, drugs, and women get passed around like candy while the racing is going on. Your sister is a regular on the scene down there.”
Keys’ words dropped like ten thousand rocks on a lake. His Talena wouldn’t be whoring herself out at some underground racing. He wouldn’t believe that unless he saw it with his own eyes or heard it from her.
“Slow the fuck down or you’ll get yourself killed, Scott,” Keys yelled.
He eased up on the throttle when what he really wanted was to punch the bastard in the mouth for speaking. “What else did you find out?”
Keys explained more about the different groups that made up the racing scene and who Talena appeared in the different CCV images with the most. How Keys had found so much so quickly astounded him, but again, the man was a computer genius. Hollywood knew the time would come they’d have a come to Jesus moment, but that wasn’t now.
“Does she have a guy she’s with regularly as well?” The question was sour to get out. Already the nameless, faceless man was six feet under in his mind.
“The images didn’t show her up close and personal with any one man if that’s what you’re asking. If you’re asking if she’s been intimate with anyone, I can’t answer that, brother.”
“Axl and Ridley are already there. They said it’s a nice set up. There’s a group in charge that appears to have connections. I’d say that’s the reason they’ve been able to fly under the radar of the LAPD. He said they’re no longer racing in the streets either. Did you get that on your CCV shit, Keys?”
The man’s deep southern drawl became more apparent through the microphone and the more he spoke. “Do they have eyes on Talena?”
“Negative. They’re looking for her without making it obvious.” Roq’s calmness was the opposite of Hollywood’s.
“I sent them an image of her from earlier today when she arrived at Cosmo’s place. They’ll let us know when they see her. Besides, her car will be easy to spot,” Keys reassured him.
The thirty miles that separated him and Talena’s locations felt like hundreds instead of the miniscule distance it was. He wouldn’t let traffic hinder him, already planning to bob and weave if needed. By the time they reached the city, night had fallen and still neither Axl nor Ridley had spotted Talena. He couldn’t pull up his own tracking device to see if he could locate her either. As frustration built, he was a powder keg ready to explode when they came to a stop a couple blocks from their destination.
“Hold up, Hollywood. Let me see what I see on her whereabouts.” Keys’ words echoed his own thoughts.