Page 198 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

Nox didn’t have far to catch up. He memorized the location, shoved his phone in his pocket and sped off.

Eighteen minutes later, he pulled up to a motel that made the one in Ohio, where they found Sadie, look like a five-star resort.

In fact, the motel had been abandoned and was beginning to collapse. Just the condition of it made his stomach turn.

Then he spotted a large vehicle that looked like it belonged in a dystopian movie.

Along with a half dozen Harleys.

In the large SUV, or whatever it was, was a couple of men.

He quickly parked his bike in line with rest but as he dismounted, a big man exited from the driver’s seat of the vehicle. As soon as Nox saw the man’s size and scarred face, he knew exactly who it was.

Ryan Mercer aka Mercy.

The man might be older, but he was still intimidating. Being in his crosshairs was enough for anyone to shit their pants.

Nox figured it was pretty damn obvious to Mercy and his crew that a white guy on a Harley wasn’t a Dark Knight. That meant the Shadow was about to run interference for Magnum.

“You are?”

Nox faced him. “Here to get Aaliyah.”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“Liyah’s mine.”

Mercy’s head tipped to the side and his steel gray eyes narrowed. “You’re the cop.”

“I am.”

“You sure you want to be here?”

Nox raised his chin and answered, “If she’s here, one hundred percent.”

“She is.”

“Then I don’t have time for this chat.”

Did the man’s lips twitch? “You’re aware those men in there don’t like cops.”

Nox pointed to his bruised and swollen face. “I’m aware.”

He lifted the eyebrow with the scar running through it. “But you’re here anyway.”

“Damn right.”

The second Mercy gave him a single nod and headed back to his monster vehicle, Nox headed in the opposite direction.

The motel room’s broken door gaped open a bit. Whether it had been like that previously or someone recently kicked it in, Nox didn’t know or care. He shoved it open the rest of the way, making quite a few heads turn toward him.

What Nox didn’t expect was the electricity to be on in the rundown and abandoned business. It made him wonder if the Demons owned this trash dump and if so, for what reason since it wasn’t bringing in any money in the condition it was in.

“Who the fuck’s that?” he heard.

“That’s the pig datin’ Liyah, ain’t it?” another Knight asked. “Remember him from the club run.”

Magnum grunted and a whole lot of unhappy filled his face. “Didn’t give my ol’ lady enough info for you to find us, so guessin’ I gotta have a fuckin’ discussion with her.”

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