Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,25
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. That was my—” it dawns on me that the boat was my father’s. “Oh my god.” I bow my head and cover my mouth with my hand.
“What?” Victoria asks in an innocent voice.
“We don’t have anything to do with those drugs,” Veronica declares, standing and leaning across the table to poke Boomer in the chest.
“Veronica!” I try to pull her down to her seat, but she shrugs out of my touch.
“Those drugs aren’t ours.” She pokes him again and he looks down to where she is touching him, and he snags her wrist.
He presses his fingers on pressure points which has Veronica whimpering and her knees threatening to give out. “I’ll say this one time. No one fucking touches me, especially another woman. Now, you’re underage, and it’s the only reason why I’m not kicking you out on the fucking street for the disrespect that’s been leaving your mouth. You are safe here, but I need to know where these fucking drugs were going and who is expecting them. Newsflash, princess, someone is without their drugs and they are going to want them.”
“I swear, we don’t know anything about the drugs. It had to be my dad. It’s his boat.”
Boomer lets go of my sister’s wrist and his threat works because Veronica shuts up quickly.
“I heard your parents were on the boat, but didn’t make it. I’m sorry for your loss. We have had a loss as well, so I know how much that hurts.”
“Thank you,” I say, staring at the large white packages in front of us. “I swear, I don’t know anything about the drugs. I had no idea that’s what we were doing sailing. We always sail to New York City from the Florida Keys this time of year. It’s a big family trip.”
“You can’t honestly believe this biker is saying Dad was a drug dealer.” Veronica shoots me with hot daggers in her eyes. “Dad was well off, but he didn’t deal drugs.”
“So you wouldn’t mind giving us his name and us finding out for ourselves then?” Boomer asks, throwing something red and round into the air before catching it and doing it all over again.
All I know is it has a fuse on it and that means I need to stay away.
“Go right ahead,” Veronica says, a smugness to her tone as she leans back and folds her arms across her chest. “Daddy was a lawyer.”
“Daddy sniffed snow, girl,” a man across from the table jabs at us. His patch says Void. Everyone looks at us like we know nothing about the world.
And right now, I guess we don’t.
Staring at the drugs in front of me, I’m about to learn a lot more about my Dad than I want to.
I’m scared we are about to be thrown into a world we have no idea about.
A world we weren’t prepared for.
A word that we are not ready for.
Warden and Bane open the large warehouse Boomer bought a few weeks ago. The metal doors slide apart, revealing the empty inside. I peek into the rearview and see Decay flicking his lighter on and off. Wolf is next to him, drinking a bottle of vodka at eleven in the morning. No one has said anything to him about how much he drinks. We are letting him work through Abigale’s death. He has been a train wreck. There’s a sense of dread everywhere still since her passing is so recent and Wolf hasn’t been able to pick himself up from the heartbreak.
He’s losing himself in it.
He’s only with me right now because Prez wanted him to get out of the clubhouse.
“Alright, come on,” Warden raises his voice, so I can hear him from where he is standing.
I press on the gas, and the tires crunch along the gravel and ice before hitting the edge of the concrete floor of the warehouse. The truck dips, and the grumbling of the diesel is louder once we are in the enclosed space. The light from outside casts along inside, and as the doors shut, the light recedes, engulfing us in darkness.
The buzz of electricity sounds when one of the twins flips on the lights. I get flashbacks of being strung up in the barn, metal chains wrapped around my wrist, and a collar wrapped around my neck. The warehouse looks similar, only instead of being made of wood, it’s made of metal.