Page 7 of Sinful Lies
I snap a picture of his face and the tats on his hands. “Put him in the truck. Make it look like an accident.”
I lean against my bike and dial Chainz while Cobra and Reaper clean up the mess.
On the second ring, Chainz answers, “How’s the road treating you?”
“We ran into a problem north of the Ohio border I thought you’d want to know about.”
“What kind of problem?” Chainz asks.
“The kind that almost got us killed.”
“Shit.”
“Some fucking Russian ran us off the road. Someone didn’t want us getting home.”
“Didn’t Kayne say Steam was working with a Russian?”
“Mikhail Vladimir. This isn’t a coincidence. They’ve got to be connected. I’m sending you a picture to see what you can find out.”
“I’ll get Hound on it and reach out to Kayne. He needs to know this went down in his backyard.”
“Agreed.”
I end the call and send the picture to Chainz. Reaper and Cobra return to my side.
“Can you ride?” I ask Cobra. Unsure if his injuries will slow us down or not.
“It’ll take more than that to stop me.” Cobra picks up his bike.
We put on our helmets and fire up our engines. “Let’s go home.”
The roar of our Harleys soothes my mind as we take to the road for the last stretch of this run.
