Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition Elizabeth Knox (cheapest way to read ebooks .txt) 📖

He looks at me like he is annoyed probably because I barged in, it’s not like I give a fuck. This shit needs to be looked into.

“You found some discrepancies then? Something we missed?”

“No.”

“You found a new lead then?”

I sigh and clench my free hand. “No.”

“Then that case is closed,” he said, trying to dismiss me.

“No, it’s not. The local PD ruled it a suicide but they have yet to find the woman’s family or baby. Not to mention this is the fourth woman they have found around the forest with the same circumstance.” I try to force my case.

“Djinn, those women could have come from several different states. People kill themselves all the time. Unless you are telling me you have something to do with this?” This was enough for him to turn and finally give me his undivided attention.

The ignorant fuck.

There are so many pieces of shit that thought just because you were in a motorcycle club you were thugs or felons. Ever since that shit went down with Liam Jr. and the Wings of Diablo a while back, my boss refused to believe that the Boys of Djinn weren’t doing something underhanded all the time.

Yeah, when we were riding under Liam Jr., we did some underhanded shit but nothing that could ever be traced back. Of course, Lynch knew though he couldn’t prove it. He never will let me live it down though. It’s one of the reasons that I’ve been demoted to desk duty.

Now that I’ve taken over the president patch, the most underhanded shit we have done is break the fucking speed limit.

Not everyone in a motorcycle club is a fucking felon.

“No, boss, I don’t know anyone who has anything to do with this and I have nothing to do with it.”

“Good, now unless you have new information, archive this file and get on with your business.”

I nod and walk back to my desk. I make it look like I put the file down but instead, I pull out a few sheets and put them in my inside pocket. If he wants to assume everything we fucking do is illegal let me do some illegal shit.

4

I ride fast toward the clubhouse. I called ahead of time and let Cody know that I wanted to have church as soon as I got there. If the FBI wasn’t going to look into this then we could. For fuck’s sake that was the fucking reason we started the club back up. To make sure that the people in the town and our families were safe. We could’ve let it die after Liam went off the deep end and killed our father. Wire gave us the out. We didn’t want that, we wanted to help. It was the right thing to do.

I park my black Kawasaki Vulcan right in the front of the clubhouse and make my way inside. Of course, no one but the patched in members are there.

“What’s wrong? Something went down with the Wings?” Brendan asks. Out of all my brothers, he might have to be the most broken. He lost his fiancée, who was also an FBI agent, while they were on a mission. He came home retired from the bureau but he hasn’t been the same since. I’ve found him on more than one occasion sitting at the edge of the pier just staring at the water as if he were thinking of jumping in.

“No, let’s get inside. I’ll fill you in.”

We all make it into the small room we designated for church. The walls are all a deep oak color, and the table has the head of a genie inscribed in it. There are photos of all the members from the past that have been in our club and have either lost their lives or can no longer wear the patch. My father is the newest member on the wall who lost his life. At the hand of another member and his own fucking son to boot.

I call order to church and everyone is looking at me waiting for me to tell them what’s happened. Recently the only time we have had to call church was when Wire, the president of the Wings of Diablo, and our ally, needed our help. This time the problem is our own.

“This file came across my desk today.” I pull the pages out of my pocket and spread them across the table.

“You swiped this from the office?” Cody asked completely in shock at what he was seeing. Me, Mr. straight and narrow, swiped confidential information. Something I could lose my job over for sure.

“Yeah, shut up about it,” I say, trying to move on.

“I’m not saying anything but I’m proud of you, bro.” He laughed and leaned back.

“What’s this?” Spark asks.

“This woman was found right at the border of New Hampshire and Maine. She was at the bottom of one of the mountain ranges. She had an umbilical cord still attached and the baby is missing.” I pulled out a few more sheets. “She is the fourth woman in the area that this has happened to. Lynch is trying to close the case but I think we need to look into it.”

“Wyatt, what do you think we can do about it? I mean if there is nothing that the FBI can find what do you think we are going to find?” Winnie asks.

“I don’t know but I know that we aren’t going to sit around here and just let this shit happen. This could be someone we know, this is our fucking backyard. If the bureau doesn’t want to look further into this shit, then we should. No, in fact we will be looking into this.” I look around and wait for anyone to say something against what I had just ordered.

“You got it, boss, if you want us to look into it. We will,” Cody says, taking his VP tag seriously.