Discovery (Restless Motorcycle Club Romance) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Julia Marie
definitely keeps the club stuff separate. Behind a locked door would make a ton of sense.
Most of the drawers were locked as well, but I found a couple of file folders that were lying on the table as though Shane or someone had been going through them recently. They were labeled.
Guns/Drugs. And Other.
I didn’t know much about the shipping business, but something told me that this didn’t fit with the regular course of affairs that I had been privy to in the last couple of days at his office.
Fascinated, I picked up the Other folder and started to read.
Wow.
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been reading for. I had lost track of time the way I did when reading one of my romance or suspense novels and the author did a great job of wrapping me up in the intrigue of the plot.
The plot here wasn’t laid out as clearly as in a fictional story, and I wasn’t a businesswoman or a detective, but some things were obvious. The club was heavily involved in the trafficking of many things, such as guns and drugs and it even looked like they had a hand in rigging sporting events.
The back of the Other folder let to the most chilling revelation.
I need your help in dealing with a problem, a photocopy of a handwritten missive in Shane’s writing had read. There is a list of men attached to this message, as well as payment. I need you to take these men, and make sure that they are never heard from again. I’m sure you will handle this with your usual speed, skill and discretion.
Attached to the note was a stack of newspaper clippings from local newspapers all across the country. I flipped through them and realized they had one thing in common – they showed men who had died in a series of accidents with no body recovered.
I paced the office, unable to sit down any longer. I knew that outlaw motorcycle clubs were into illegal activities and the odd person probably died here and there, but wholesale assassination?
Has Shane ordered to have people killed? The thought was terrifying, and I couldn’t reconcile it with the man that I had only just started to get to know. He had a kind, thoughtful side – but there was also the half of him that was a cunning, strong motorcycle club member. Would he do anything for the sake of his club? I hadn’t thought so, but now I don’t know what to think.
There was no photocopier in the room, and I didn’t want to actually take anything. Finally I decided that I didn’t have a choice – here was what I had been looking for, the proof of shady secrets that were definitely not public knowledge. I took the photocopy and the stack of articles, leaving the rest of the papers scattered across the table in the hopes that Shane wouldn’t notice the absence.
I need to get out of here before he comes back. I wouldn’t be able to trust myself to act my way through another session of sex with the biker, not when I knew that his hands were stained with blood whether he had done it himself or not. There was no chance that I could muster the courage to confront him.
I got dressed as fast as I could – not bothering to waste time putting on my underwear, but just leaving them behind. I would buy Stacey new ones.
I crept down the stairs and held my breath as I eased the door at the bottom open just a crack. I could hear some laughter from the direction of the locked clubhouse doors, but it didn’t look like there was anyone loitering around the reception area or out the front door.
Once outside I made a break for the car, not looking back. Shaking hands fumbled with the keys for long moments before I was able to get the door open.
Come on, let’s go. It took several tries to get the Corolla’s engine going, but then I was gone. In a flash of brilliance, I took the opposite direction that Shane had led me in – if we passed each other in the neighborhood, he would likely recognize my car and I didn’t want to
Most of the drawers were locked as well, but I found a couple of file folders that were lying on the table as though Shane or someone had been going through them recently. They were labeled.
Guns/Drugs. And Other.
I didn’t know much about the shipping business, but something told me that this didn’t fit with the regular course of affairs that I had been privy to in the last couple of days at his office.
Fascinated, I picked up the Other folder and started to read.
Wow.
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been reading for. I had lost track of time the way I did when reading one of my romance or suspense novels and the author did a great job of wrapping me up in the intrigue of the plot.
The plot here wasn’t laid out as clearly as in a fictional story, and I wasn’t a businesswoman or a detective, but some things were obvious. The club was heavily involved in the trafficking of many things, such as guns and drugs and it even looked like they had a hand in rigging sporting events.
The back of the Other folder let to the most chilling revelation.
I need your help in dealing with a problem, a photocopy of a handwritten missive in Shane’s writing had read. There is a list of men attached to this message, as well as payment. I need you to take these men, and make sure that they are never heard from again. I’m sure you will handle this with your usual speed, skill and discretion.
Attached to the note was a stack of newspaper clippings from local newspapers all across the country. I flipped through them and realized they had one thing in common – they showed men who had died in a series of accidents with no body recovered.
I paced the office, unable to sit down any longer. I knew that outlaw motorcycle clubs were into illegal activities and the odd person probably died here and there, but wholesale assassination?
Has Shane ordered to have people killed? The thought was terrifying, and I couldn’t reconcile it with the man that I had only just started to get to know. He had a kind, thoughtful side – but there was also the half of him that was a cunning, strong motorcycle club member. Would he do anything for the sake of his club? I hadn’t thought so, but now I don’t know what to think.
There was no photocopier in the room, and I didn’t want to actually take anything. Finally I decided that I didn’t have a choice – here was what I had been looking for, the proof of shady secrets that were definitely not public knowledge. I took the photocopy and the stack of articles, leaving the rest of the papers scattered across the table in the hopes that Shane wouldn’t notice the absence.
I need to get out of here before he comes back. I wouldn’t be able to trust myself to act my way through another session of sex with the biker, not when I knew that his hands were stained with blood whether he had done it himself or not. There was no chance that I could muster the courage to confront him.
I got dressed as fast as I could – not bothering to waste time putting on my underwear, but just leaving them behind. I would buy Stacey new ones.
I crept down the stairs and held my breath as I eased the door at the bottom open just a crack. I could hear some laughter from the direction of the locked clubhouse doors, but it didn’t look like there was anyone loitering around the reception area or out the front door.
Once outside I made a break for the car, not looking back. Shaking hands fumbled with the keys for long moments before I was able to get the door open.
Come on, let’s go. It took several tries to get the Corolla’s engine going, but then I was gone. In a flash of brilliance, I took the opposite direction that Shane had led me in – if we passed each other in the neighborhood, he would likely recognize my car and I didn’t want to
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