Page 27 of Forever Zara

“Good, Son.”

He hated that his father’s praise all this time later still had the power to warm his chest. Behind him, he felt Hawk’s presence come back into the room. “I gotta go. Be home in a few hours.”

“Watch your six.”

They disconnected.

Hawk held two hunting knives and two of the club guns that were usually locked in his office. He offered the guns to Rider, who took them and put them in the back of his jeans after checking they had magazines. He’d take spares with him.

Climbing onto their bikes, the only time the pair stopped on the long ride in the next two hours was for a piss break.

Get in.

Get it done.

It was his only aim.

A prez rarely had the fun jobs.

It would be another stain on his already murky soul.

For love, he’d do anything.

For his Zara, he’d raise Hell.

TEN

“Going back in time to repeat the fun.” – Hawk

Only thirteen members, theRebelsnew leader had claimed.

For anything else, he might have found a different direction. One that was less problematic for his club.

But this was about Rider’s old lady.

This was personally unforgivable how someone had put that cold fear inside her once more.

Innocent until proven guilty meant nothing in his world.

His gut told him guilty.

His fucking heart said guilty.

And his hunch was right when he and Hawk approached the shed on silent feet, having parked their bikes several blocks away.

“Listen.” Hawk mouthed outside of a back window, indicating to the voices they could hear from inside.

The darkness of night shrouded their approach. While Rider did the talking yesterday, Hawk’s watchful gaze had scouted out any security systems and saw none. It was going to make this easier if they didn’t need to wipe the videotape.

“Talked to the boss earlier,” that was Robert’s voice addressing his men.

The boss? Who the fuck washeif not the boss?

“He wants us to push through Denver. Westbank, especially Armado. Go hard, you hear? You don’t leave if you still have product.”

He and Hawk shared afucking knewit glances.

“But for the love of God, use your goddamn heads this time, don’t wear your cuts. We don’t want anything to lead back to us, you listening? Next time I have to deal with Marinos before the boss is ready to and pretend like I’m a simpleton, I’ll fucking gut you.”

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