Page 27 of Tangled Lies
Pretty Girl: Please. I can’t go with Carrow. They said I had to move in tomorrow.
One by one we all turned to each other.
“Bad idea?” asked Knox.
Ronan though? He’d grabbed his black leather jacket and was already heading for the door. I grabbed for the office door following him.
“Clean this up,” he said over his shoulder to the guy guarding the door.
We all scrambled to catch up with him.
“Apparently it doesn’t matter, Knoxy. Let’s go rescue our damsel.”
I practically danced on my tiptoes as we rushed out of the club to the back where our bikes were safe and sound.
Tonight was supposed to just be a chill night at the club, making pretty girl’s request a bit inconvenient.
Typically there were always two of us that wanted to do our own thing and having the bikes afforded us freedom from each other. But tonight? Now, the bikes seemed to have a whole new purpose. I kicked my leg over mine, and even though concern for pretty girl was raining on my parade, I still saw the glint of excitement in my brothers’ eyes.
We were going to make it wherever she was in record time.
“Do we know where we are going?” I asked as I pulled my helmet on.
Ronan tapped a button on his phone, and a moment later her location was shared with all of us. I wonder if she knew we tracked her just like her uncle.
“Sweet. We’re stalking her officially now? This day is getting better and better.”
I kicked up the stand as I turned the key, starting my baby up. I loved our little toys. We rarely got to use them, but it was rarer that we got to let loose, and something about the way Ronan was already racing down the alley like his ass was on fire told me he wasn’t going to tell us to be careful.
“Fuck, yes.”
There was nothing like speeding through the city knowing one mistake could have me kissing the pavement. Instead I was racing to see my new obsession. She didn’t know just how long I’d wanted to touch her, and now that I’d gotten close to her? Game on.
No more showing up at parties just to get close to the senator. No more paying off those around him to abandon his plans. Ofcourse, we were still stuck with the latest issue on the strip—billion-dollar construction deals, local laws shifting overnight, and zoning changes that conveniently made the most valuable land untouchable. It was all smoke and mirrors, a legal shell game designed to push out the old players and crown jokers parading around like the new kings of sin city.
A horn blared and I pushed my bike faster, making Knox and Talon chase me. It was early evening and traffic was light, not like it would be as the hours got closer to midnight when the sin spread like a plague in this city. Either way I would have gotten to her, because she was quickly making me an addict that needed another hit.
I pulled up next to Ronan and sized up the building. This wasn’t one of our hotels and it wasn’t directly on the strip. It smelled of old money.
“Who owns this one?”
I probably should have known, but this wasn’t my job. My job was to plan, but one couldn’t plan when the target was asking to be stolen.
“Thorne.”
I shook my head, the helmet not moving an inch.
He pulled out his phone, and it didn’t take more than a second to know what he’d asked. My phone beeped with the group chat.
Ronan: Where are you?
My brothers pulled up and we sat in the parking garage. Did we go up? Did we go down? We waited and waited some more.
“She isn’t answering; do we need to go kill someone?” Talon asked.
“I’m going in,” Knox said, his bike safely where it would be easily accessible. He yanked his helmet off and threw it at me.
“It pays off that he really likes black suits, doesn’t it?” He would blend just fine.
