Page 137 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

One after the other after the other.

The scumbag was a goddamn pimp. Only Nox doubted any of the women whose services he sold volunteered for the gig. And if they did, it was because they were addicted and were desperate for a fix.

Ideally the fucker needed to die, but unfortunately, that was illegal and the reason they had set him up by hinting to Saint that the prospect was skimming meth from the stash at The Peach Pit. Clearly, their snitching hadn’t done what they’d hoped. Not if the man was still upright and breathing.

As well as abusing women.

They thought Saint—and ultimately Viper, the Demons’ club president—would do the “right thing”—according to a one-percenter MC, anyway—but they should’ve known better. It proved the cliché that no honor existed among thieves.

While he looked forward to seeing Liyah again tomorrow night at this week’s meeting and getting naked with her again afterward, he might not have the energy to give her sex worth a rating of ten. Working these unofficial “all-nighters” were taking a damn toll on him.

If he climbed in bed with Liyah, he feared he might actually fall asleep.

But T-Bone getting what was coming to him was more important to Nox than getting sex.

Though, sex with Liyah was top notch and for that, it would be worth drinking one of those energy shots, even if he ended up shaky and wired. At least he wouldn’t miss out on spending time with the woman always on his mind.

Yawning, he reached for his Thermos, then silently cursed when he realized he was almost out of the much-needed caffeine.

He glanced at the time.For fuck’s sake, it was now three-thirty in the morning. He really needed to head out soon to at least catch a couple of hours of sleep before dragging his ass up to the third floor to do some legitimate work for the task force.

Just as he reached for the key in the ignition, another vehicle rolled up to the room. Only, unlike the rest of T-Bag’s customer’s rides, this one didn’t have four wheels.

It only had two.

Nox lifted the binoculars to his eyes to get a better view of the man straddling it. His heart began to beat a bit faster at who he saw.

Could he be so damn exhausted he was seeing things?

“No fucking way,” Nox whispered, seeing that the rider wore a cut.

And that cut declared the most recent arriver was a Demon.

Nox focused intently on the biker climbing off the Harley in an attempt to identify him. He held his breath and did his best to keep the binoculars steady as he waited for the man to turn enough so he could get a better view of his face.

He would recognize most members of the Uniontown chapter due to the endless hours of watching recorded and live feeds from both The Peach Pit and the Wolf Den, so he hoped like hell he’d recognize this one, too.

“What the actual fuck?” burst from him when he could finally see the biker’s face.

It should come as no surprise, but it still had Nox’s brain spinning with the possibilities since the man who just arrived was also well-known to the task force and a few members of the BAMC.

The target on this biker’s back was almost as large as T-Bone’s, but not by much.

Saint.

Or as Mel and Sapphire lovingly called their former boss… Saint the Taint.

Now it made sense why T-Bone still walked the Earth. Saint had T-Bone’s spineless back.

Those two fuckers were most likely making money without Viper knowing it. Because if the Deadly Demons’ prez was aware that a former prospect and a current member were using the club’s meth to drug women, all so they could pimp them out and make money…

He doubted the president of the Deadly Demons would let that slide.

Nox could be totally wrong.

T-Bone could still be a prospect.

And maybe those fuckers weren’t skimming meth from the Demons’ supply.

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