Royally Broken by Elle Boon Page 0,26
a monster? In all honesty, he wasn’t even sure if the fucker had died that day.
As that last realization dawned, he pulled out his cell, hitting the number for Bermuda. The phone didn’t even register a ring when the gruff tone of the bastard hacker of the Tulsa Chapter answered. “Yo, you miss us already, or have you landed in some trouble?”
“Yeah, you wish. I need you to run a name for me and see if...well, just let me know if they’re dead or alive.” He rattled off Blaine and Blaire along with their mother Claire’s names.
“Give me a second,” Bermuda said, the sound of him tapping on keys was a testament to the fact he was clearly next to his laptop or a computer somewhere.
Keys sat on the side of the road, his stomach twisting as he waited.
“Looks like the three live in that town you’re heading to. I don’t see anything that jumps out like criminal records. Wait”—Bermuda clicked a few more times— “Nah, just some drunk and disorderly shit that was thrown out of court. Why, you related or something?”
“Not hardly. I knew them from when I was younger. Wasn’t sure if they were still around or not. So, they’re still on this side of the grass?” He needed clarification.
“Yep, none of them are pushing up the soil with their toes. Should they be?”
Yeah, they all should be about ten foot under since six feet was too close to the surface for their wretched asses. He kept that to himself though. “We all gotta die some time, don’t we?”
“That we do. I got a feeling you plan to send a few there a little sooner than later, brother. We got your back, you know that, right?”
“It’s good to hear, Bermuda. Listen, I need to get on the road. I’m about twenty miles outside of Lionsville now. I promised King I’d check in every other day. I just touched base with him when it struck me, I hadn’t checked up on any of those I’d known back here.” It wasn’t as if he had anyone who he called friend or would give a shit if he lived or died so he wasn’t lying. When he’d left, he’d cut all ties to the shithole.
“Well, I’d tell you to give us a heads up, but that sounds a bit too much like mothering. We ain’t got no vaginas here. Well, Nees might, but that’s all together a different story. Holler if you need us.” Bermuda laughed at something in the background before hanging up.
Keys appreciated the brotherhood he’d found within the MC world. It was like the military, only even there he’d stood apart. He’d made his fellow team members a little nervous because he’d seemed emotionless.
With a push of the button his Harley rumbled beneath him, taking him back to the life he’d sworn to never return. If it wasn’t for the one woman he’d never been able to forget, a blonde-haired blue-eyed angel named Palmer, Keys wouldn’t be riding into town now. “Lionsville will surely be shitting bricks when they realize who’s riding in on a hog with the loud pipes.”
A smile split his lips as he gunned the engine on his custom bike, the pipes reverberating loudly like a good Harley should. Ah, he couldn’t fucking wait to see the looks on the townsfolks’ faces when they caught sight of him. He wondered if they’d think a demon had arrived, with him in black leather from his boots to his leather jacket proudly showing his MC on the back in its big red design. His skull cap didn’t cover his face, but years had changed his looks. He wasn’t the soft faced kid who’d run away, scared they’d drag him back.
“Let the party begin,” he muttered.
Chapter Four
At the city limit sign, he slowed to the posted speed. No reason to get pulled over by the local police for a legitimate reason. If his memory served him right, the boys in blue would find a reason to search him out sooner rather than later anyhow, since he was a stranger in town. Or at least that’s how things had been back in the day. Little did they know he knew the law better than they ever would. Plus, thanks to Koyn and Copper, he had an ex fed in his pocket close by. Of course, if needed, Keys had his own connections. It was good being a hacker. He’d sailed through school as a kid because he was