Mykel (King's Descendants MC #3) - Bella Jewel Page 0,60
head. “You don’t think I’m stupid, do you? I mean, clearly you fuckin’ do because you have been playin’ me for months, but the thing about me, sweetheart, is that I don’t get played.”
I won’t vomit.
I’ll keep it together.
Come on, Waverly.
You’re strong.
“I know who you are. I know that they sent you in to get information. I’ve known that all along. You didn’t honestly believe that I’d trust they would walk away and never look into what I was doing again, did you? I knew damn well Alarick wasn’t going to give up that easily. I honestly can’t believe he’s so fucking stupid.”
No.
No, no, no, no.
“I’ve been playing just as hard as you’ve been playing. You see, Bennett wasn’t my only cop friend. No, a man with my stature has far more people in higher places. I know about your little plan, and I’ve done one better for you all . . .”
I don’t want to hear it.
I don’t want to know.
This isn’t happening.
Please, god, tell me this isn’t happening.
“I’m going to make them all pay, you see.”
“How?” I ask again, desperate.
He laughs, low and bitter. “Alarick doesn’t know it, but he’s got a rat. A dirty fuckin’ rat that’s been feeding me information. If only he’d looked closer to home a little earlier, he might have seen that one of his own was sharing. How else did I know what I know? Surely he would have pieced that together. He didn’t. Anyway, that little rat has been relaying everything, and that allowed me to come up with the perfect plan.”
He glances at the clock in the truck, and smiles.
A low vicious smile.
“In fact, in about twenty minutes, the police are going to arrive on my property. They’re going to find a group of bikers that have a bunch of girls, girls who have been taken. They’re going to find a few of them with a dead fuckin’ cop. They’re going to arrest the lot of them and while that’s happening, I’ll slip into the night, never to be seen again.”
No.
No.
No.
“There’s no evidence,” I say, my voice so weak it’s scary. “They might find them there, but there’s nothing to keep them there . . . the cops won’t believe they did it.”
“Wrong again. Because of Alarick’s little rat, I’ve been able to plant enough things to make it look like the club are the people behind my operation. I’ve made it all look like they’re helping me, and have been all along. It’s all the cops need to take that entire club down. It’s not like they haven’t been looking for a reason. Sad, really. If only they’d minded their own business . . .”
This is a nightmare.
A bad dream.
“The cops won’t help you . . . they won’t . . .”
“They will, because Bennett wasn’t the only person I had on my side. I’ve organized them to go there, and they’re going to find everything they need. How do you think it’ll look when they see bikers with a dead body of a police officer? There’s no getting away with it.”
“They’ll figure it out; they’ll figure out it was you all along!” I snarl, angrily.
He shrugs. “Perhaps, but by the time they do, I promise you they won’t find me. They will not be able to track me down, and besides, your little bikers will be all locked up with nowhere to go. It’s the perfect plan. Nobody is going to believe a biker gang is innocent. Nobody.”
I feel sick, because he’s right.
Who is going to believe a biker club wouldn’t have something to do with an operation like this? It’s dangerous, it’s illegal, and they’re known for dealing with the dangerous and the illegal.
What have I done?
How did we not see this coming?
I can’t warn Alarick, because Dax has my phone. He has it, and he’s not going to give it to me. But if I don’t warn them, then they’re going to be taken from me—all of them. They’re going to get locked up and with Dax’s power, they’re going to stay locked up. I can’t do that to them. No. I have to think.
Think, Waverly.
I glance around the car, trying not to make it too obvious. There has to be something, something I can use to hurt Dax. Something I can use to just get out of here. Once I’m out, I’ll run and get help. I’ll call Alarick. I’ll do something. I see my purse on the ground in the backseat, there’s no way