Page 78 of Trick or Treat

“What? You want Kylie to come here?”

“Yes.”

“It’s Sunday night. Can’t a background check wait until tomorrow morning?”

“No. We’re not running a background check. Someone took Lindsey and we need Kylie to run the plate and a few other things.” Jackson exchanged looks. Neither man wanted to involve the sweet woman in any of the club’s business, but they were desperate.

“Shit.” Tuck never wanted to involve Kylie either, even though Race assured him that he could keep her out of the not so up and up business dealings. Race wanted a computer whiz on the payroll, but Tuck kept coming up with excuses as to why she couldn’t work for them. “Yeah. I’ll get her here.”

“Thanks. Trick and I will be there in fifteen.”

Upon their arrival, they told Tuck to bring Kylie to Race’s office as soon as she arrived. Trick knocked on the door that was cracked part of the way open before pushing through. What greeted them was not uncommon for their president. He had one of the sweet butts flat on her back on his desk, fucking the shit out of her.

“Can’t this wait?” Race asked like he was used to carrying on conversations with his men while balls deep in a woman’s pussy.

“Uh, no, Prez. It really can’t.” Jackson smiled huge and laughed.

“Give me five.” Trick and Jackson were backing out into the hallway when Race yelled. “And close the damn door!”

Neither said a word as they waited for Race to get finished. Trick was trying not to shout at his president to hurry the fuck up, but he was going nuts out in the hall waiting for Kylie to arrive and help them track Lindsey down. He paced up and down the hall for what felt like an eternity before Tori came out straightening her super short, clinging dress down over her ass.

“Trick. Jackson.” She smiled and made her way to the bar.

“Tori.” Jackson smiled and nodded his head.

Trick burst into Race’s office just as the man was zipping his jeans up. “Now what is so important that you have to interrupt a man when he about to bust a nut?” He dropped into his leather chair and gave them his full attention.

“Lindsey’s missing,” Jackson told him.

“She was taken by someone in a van in the Walmart parking lot not two hours ago. We’ve got Tuck calling Kylie to meet us here. I know it’s club business, but we don’t have anyone else with her skills that we can trust to help us.” Trick sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, only to pop right back up. “Fuck! I gotta find her!”

“Well, shit. Someone has your woman?” Race leaned forward, his arms resting on the desk.

“Yeah.”

A knock at the door had them pausing their conversation. Tuck stuck his head inside. “Kylie is here.”

“Great. Bring her back so we can get started.”

It didn’t take long and Kylie was following Tuck into Race’s office. She looked around the room, taking it all in. She had a bag slung over her shoulder which Trick assumed carried her computer. Her normally short, blonde hair now sported hot pink tips. The last time he’d seen her the tips had been blue but that had been a long time ago.

“Kylie,” Race offered her a friendly smile. “I don’t know what Tuck told you, but we need your help. There is no one else we can ask for this kind of help.”

Kylie remained silent, only nodding her head. She held onto the strap of her bag like it was a lifeline.

“You understand anything you hear or see while you’re here is strictly confidential?”

“Yes. What do you need me to do?” She watched Race and Tuck exchange a look. It ended with Tuck nodding his head once.

He pointed in Trick’s direction. “His woman was just kidnapped and we need you to help us find her.”

Her focus turned to Trick, then back to Race. “Okay. What have you got for me to work with?” She pulled her laptop from her bag, looked around and had a seat on the couch. She set her computer on the coffee table and dropped down to sit on the floor, her legs crossed Indian-style underneath. Her hands were poised over her keys, waiting for information.

Trick scratched his head. “We’ve got a plate number and a description of the van that took her. We also know approximately what time she was taken from Walmart. Can you hack into the traffic cams?”

“Yes.” She accepted Jackson’s phone, wrote down the plate number on a sticky note she must have pulled from her bag then went to work. “Where did you get the picture of the license plate from?”

“My cousin works in security at Walmart,” Jackson told her.

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