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Authors: Jani Kay
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copper’s team, he’d be a good brother. He has so much anger , it fucking pours out of him.”
Just what I needed—an angry cop with revenge issues. Fuck. “Do you have a name?”
Hammer worried his lip for a moment. “Ahh, it has something to do with the weather. Winter, Summer—”
“Get me all the info on him. Should I be kicking your fucking ass that you haven’t done that already?” I growled.
I shook my head. Was I the only one who could think logically? With both Cobra and me away and just Razor to run the show, I was starting to worry about what was going on at the club. I’d better sort this shit out, fast.
“Hammer,” I barked, “don’t let me down man, I want everything on the motherfucker. Are we clear?”
Hammer was our IT guy. He could hack into any fucking computer and get whatever info we needed. He could also forge a document so that nobody could tell the difference. And even though he’d made Ratbag a new Australian and US passport, Ratbag wasn’t leaving his newly adopted country any time soon.
I’d known Hammer since I was a kid. He’d helped me find Max with his genius hacking skills after we were split up. As soon as I got out of that hellhole of a detention center, I came to the compound with the Malone boys and called it home ever since. Yet I needed to know what’d happened to my little brother. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if he’d survived Tiny’s brutal attack.
Hammer found Maxwell. He was still living with the band, waiting for Marianne to come back. I’d convinced Max that she was never returning, and he came to the Scorpions MC compound with me for a few years. But Maxwell didn’t fit in. He was too smart. He wanted to read and study, not play pool and darts and drink till he fell down. He refused to get involved in dirty business, and kept telling me I was too smart to live like this for the rest of my life. What he didn’t understand, was that these boys were now my brothers. I owed them my life and my allegiance.
In all that time, t he only person Max had connected with, was Hammer, because he was really smart and they could talk shit for hours. Hammer had taught Max how to ride a motorcycle and Max tried his best to be a badass, for my sake. But my brother had grand ambitions—he wanted to change the fucking world. Do something good and worthwhile. Good fucking luck to him.
Chapter 15 ~ Ryder
“You look like a sack of shit man,” Cobra said, his eyes beaming.
“And you look like a girl,” I grinned, “wrapped in all those fucking bandages. What’s all this shit keeping you alive?” I gestured toward all the machines he was hooked up to. “Grow some fucking balls, man.” Even though I was kidding with him, I was shocked at how much weight he’d lost and how frail he looked lying in the hospital bed.
Cobra held his side. “Don’t make me laugh, it hurts.”
“Yeah, well white’s not your color. I’ve never seen you wear anything else than black. You look like fucking shit.” I wanted to pick him up and carry him out of there—take him back to where he belonged.
“Well you look like prince fucking charming without your cut. A fancy boy, dressed in a fucking proper shirt. I’d say you’re the one who lost his balls.”
“Glad to see you haven’t lost your fucking sense of humor, brother. Guess it’s a good sign that you can still insult me, like always. Means you’re getting better. And I can kick your ass again sometime soon.”
“It’ll be weeks before they let me out. All the fucking shrapnel they had to dig out—.”
“Well, there’s nothing wrong with your brain. We can talk...business.”
Concern flickered in his eyes. “How’s Mia? And the kids?”
“She’s good Cobra. So is Isabella and James. They miss you, though.”
“How’s Mia taking what went down? Losing the baby?”
“She’s a woman. You know what bitches are like. All tough the one minute, then a heap of tears the next. But, I’m
Just what I needed—an angry cop with revenge issues. Fuck. “Do you have a name?”
Hammer worried his lip for a moment. “Ahh, it has something to do with the weather. Winter, Summer—”
“Get me all the info on him. Should I be kicking your fucking ass that you haven’t done that already?” I growled.
I shook my head. Was I the only one who could think logically? With both Cobra and me away and just Razor to run the show, I was starting to worry about what was going on at the club. I’d better sort this shit out, fast.
“Hammer,” I barked, “don’t let me down man, I want everything on the motherfucker. Are we clear?”
Hammer was our IT guy. He could hack into any fucking computer and get whatever info we needed. He could also forge a document so that nobody could tell the difference. And even though he’d made Ratbag a new Australian and US passport, Ratbag wasn’t leaving his newly adopted country any time soon.
I’d known Hammer since I was a kid. He’d helped me find Max with his genius hacking skills after we were split up. As soon as I got out of that hellhole of a detention center, I came to the compound with the Malone boys and called it home ever since. Yet I needed to know what’d happened to my little brother. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if he’d survived Tiny’s brutal attack.
Hammer found Maxwell. He was still living with the band, waiting for Marianne to come back. I’d convinced Max that she was never returning, and he came to the Scorpions MC compound with me for a few years. But Maxwell didn’t fit in. He was too smart. He wanted to read and study, not play pool and darts and drink till he fell down. He refused to get involved in dirty business, and kept telling me I was too smart to live like this for the rest of my life. What he didn’t understand, was that these boys were now my brothers. I owed them my life and my allegiance.
In all that time, t he only person Max had connected with, was Hammer, because he was really smart and they could talk shit for hours. Hammer had taught Max how to ride a motorcycle and Max tried his best to be a badass, for my sake. But my brother had grand ambitions—he wanted to change the fucking world. Do something good and worthwhile. Good fucking luck to him.
Chapter 15 ~ Ryder
“You look like a sack of shit man,” Cobra said, his eyes beaming.
“And you look like a girl,” I grinned, “wrapped in all those fucking bandages. What’s all this shit keeping you alive?” I gestured toward all the machines he was hooked up to. “Grow some fucking balls, man.” Even though I was kidding with him, I was shocked at how much weight he’d lost and how frail he looked lying in the hospital bed.
Cobra held his side. “Don’t make me laugh, it hurts.”
“Yeah, well white’s not your color. I’ve never seen you wear anything else than black. You look like fucking shit.” I wanted to pick him up and carry him out of there—take him back to where he belonged.
“Well you look like prince fucking charming without your cut. A fancy boy, dressed in a fucking proper shirt. I’d say you’re the one who lost his balls.”
“Glad to see you haven’t lost your fucking sense of humor, brother. Guess it’s a good sign that you can still insult me, like always. Means you’re getting better. And I can kick your ass again sometime soon.”
“It’ll be weeks before they let me out. All the fucking shrapnel they had to dig out—.”
“Well, there’s nothing wrong with your brain. We can talk...business.”
Concern flickered in his eyes. “How’s Mia? And the kids?”
“She’s good Cobra. So is Isabella and James. They miss you, though.”
“How’s Mia taking what went down? Losing the baby?”
“She’s a woman. You know what bitches are like. All tough the one minute, then a heap of tears the next. But, I’m
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