Page 197 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

“I’ll text you with his last location once I get off the phone and can check it.”

“Thanks, Cait.”

The call ended.

He considered going back to Rockvale to grab his truck so it would be easier to check his messages as he drove, but that would waste time. Plus, he could travel faster on his Harley than in his old Chevy and he wanted to catch up before either T-Bone or Saint, or whoever snagged her, took their final breath.

He had questions.

He wanted answers.

If it was Saint and T-Bone, Nox wanted to know why they took Liyah and how they tied the two of them together. After that, he didn’t give a shit what happened to either the former prospect or the strip club manager.

He’d even help throw gas on the fire as they burned in hell.

His phone dinged just as he threw a leg over his bike. He checked his texts to see a screenshot of a map that included Magnum’s last location.

Thank fuck for Cait.

He started his Harley and raced in that direction.

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Nox wasthankful he had a full tank of gas because for the whole trip, he kept the throttle twisted hard as he chased the group chasing Liyah’s car.

He hoped to fuck this wasn’t a wild goose chase and someone else had her vehicle. One method to throw them off track.

Were T-Bone and Saint smart enough to think of that? He hoped to fuck not.

His thoughts as he rode never stopped spinning. Did those stupid fucks even know who they were fucking with? Who Liyah had ties to? He wasn’t thinking about himself, but Magnum and the Dark Knights.

Two assholes versus an army of ruthless, pissed off bikers. Then add in the Shadows.

T-Bone and Saint would lose and lose big.

Magnum considered his daughter Dark Knights property. And no one got away with touching an MC’s property. And lived to talk about it afterward.

Even Nox knew that.

So yeah, those dumbasses probably didn’t have a clue who they were fucking with.

But they would.

Soon.

Nox already decided he wouldn’t do shit to stop them. If anything, he’ll be silently cheering them on.

Did that go against his morals? Normally, yes. But this situation was far from normal.

Would not stopping their demise make him a bad person? If it did, he didn’t give a fuck.

Every twenty minutes, he’d pull over, quickly check his texts and get his bearings. Thank fuck Cait was on it with sending him regular updates.

He’d owe her at least two dozen roses.

Hell, a trip to Fiji.

Once he crossed the Mason-Dixon line, he pulled over once more, glanced at his phone and noticed that she sent a message telling him they stopped, and she even drew a big X on the map where they did so.

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