Bloody Broken (A Bloody Series Book #2) Read Online Free

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        “Ohhh, you’re going down Kenny.” She laughed.
        “We’ll see bitch. You’re gonna eat them words.” He leveled his shot.
         “Yeah? Why don’t you eat my dick?” She thanked Sal for the beers when she brought them over. Kenny took the shot and missed the corner pocket by two inches.
        “Told ya.” She grinned. “Didn’t anybody tell you? I’m psychic.” He just glared. She grabbed a chair from the table over and sat backwards facing the front door. The meeting didn’t start for another two hours. She planned on having some fun before she reported her Intel to Colin and Devin. Tonight was going to get hairy. Maybe literally. After they played five more rounds of pool, only Sofia, Garret, Joel and Pauly had shown up. It was a quarter after midnight when she spoke up.
        “Guys, has anybody else noticed that Colin and Devin are late?” She said looking up at Matt.
        “I’m sure they’re on their way. You want me to call Colin?” He asked.
        “No, I’m not really worried, it’s just he’s never late to meetings. Hell, he should have been the first one here if anything. Fuck it. He’s fine.” She tipped her Bud back and finished it off. She had almost convinced herself she was right. But really, her instincts were screaming something was wrong.
        “Maybe they got tranqed on the way over and shipped to Yosemite…” Garret said, looking sideways at Pauly. That earned him a hard shove in the shoulder, tipping Garrets chair a little.
        “Fuck you Garret! Give it a rest. It was three months ago. It coulda happened to anybody here!” Pauly turned beet red. Whether in embarrassment or anger, everybody still had a good laugh. That was when she felt it. Someone was standing behind Sofia’s chair looking at them. She glanced up and met a level set of mist grey eyes set into a hard brow. She didn’t know why, but the stare set a shiver down her spine. Fear or excitement?
       “Which one of you gentlemen would be Vic Brown?” He asked in a charming British accent. Fear it was then. Everyone at the table stood up and faced him. Matt took a step forward.
       “Who wants to know?” He eyed the stranger coldly.
        “You? You’re nothing but a pup. I figured Vic for a distinguished older gentleman. Oh, well. You’re wanted for questioning for conspiracy to commit murder, in sighting panic, conspiracy to commit kidnapping, and acts of a terrorist nature,” he said congenially. Oh shit . She caught Matt's eye and he nodded, throwing his bike keys at her. She grabbed her coat off the back of the chair and made a dash for the back door.
        “Bloody Hell!” She heard the stranger exclaim as she burst through the crowd of people. They almost all knew her and parted easy to allow her to get by. Thankfully, they also closed back up tighter than before to give her time to escape. She could hear the bastard crashing behind her as chairs were being tossed and punches being thrown. Last she heard as she burst through the back door was his deep bellowing roar.
        “Claude!” He exclaimed.
        “Shit.” She dunked under an arm reaching to stop her. She came back up swinging, putting all her upward momentum into it. She caught the fucker under the chin and sent him sprawling ass first into the dumpster. Matt had thankfully parked his bike next to the back door tonight. She hopped on and jammed the key in the ignition. Usually riding Matt's hog would be a no-no, but extenuating circumstances allowed her the privilege. She managed to get the jacket on, belatedly realizing she had grabbed Matt's by mistake when her hands didn't pop out the end of the sleeves, and got the bike turned around when the tall Brit came barreling through the door. He must have knocked her friends unconscious. He wouldn’t be standing otherwise. He managed to get a fingertip glance off her throat as she whizzed by, but she got out of the alley and