Page 45 of Hell Bent

“If I get hit with a fine, you’re paying it for sure.” He chuckled, heading for the stairs. “Hey, I know this is short notice, but we’re throwing a party for some brothers who are coming in from Provo tonight. Would you want to go for a little while?”

“I’ll go with you.” Watching Vicious, she smiled, thinking he had no idea what was in store for him later at the party.

“I appreciate it. Damn, I’m so fucking late.” He laughed as he headed downstairs.

Gathering up his things, Vicious listened to the silence. Smirking, he realized Sway had fallen back asleep.Good for her, he thought. She needed to catch up on some rest. He’d check in on her later, once he found out what was happening at the clubhouse.

Thirty minutes later, he walked into the clubhouse. He didn’t have to lie about traffic—it had been a bitch. Catching sight of Player and Joker talking to Teller, he headed straight for the trio, readying himself for a fight. “Gentlemen, what’s going on?”

“We had a fucking break-in at the warehouse,” Teller told Vicious as he looked the brother over.

Vicious cocked an eyebrow at Teller. The man could be more forthcoming with the information. “Be more specific, please.”

“The warehouse over in the Red-Light District, the one where I store all the supplies for the clinic,” Razor said with a whole lot of venom lacing his words.

Turning his attention to Razor, Vicious spoke to him directly. “How much did they get?” He could see the anger rippling off the guy. Vicious couldn’t blame him—the clinic supplied not only the chapter with medications but the whole of the lower-income area. Not everything came easy when it came to medical attention and medicines. The government liked peddling that lie, but the people knew the difference.

“Half my medical stash.” Razor rubbed his forehead, annoyed that all his hard work to bring in medical supplies through underground means had been stolen. It wasn’t anything that junkies would want. “This was a personal hit on us. I can’t see anyone in the area wanting to steal antibiotics.”

Grasping Razor’s shoulder to make the brother look at him, Vicious needed to see where Razor’s mood was at. Anger wouldn’t solve anything until they had a name behind the break-in. If Vicious had to bet, his money would be on Jerome Michel and Dawson Franks. The problem was, he had no proof. “I’m afraid to ask about the cameras.”

“They took them out, but Sherlock was able to find cameras on other buildings that might give us someanswers.” Razor glanced over toward the side room, where Sherlock’s computer room was. He could see the brother working frantically as he searched the web for any information on the crime. If the theft was for resale purposes, Sherlock would find the seller.

“Gotta love those CCTV cameras,” Teller cut into the conversation.

“When we get an ID on the assholes, it’s war,” Razor told Teller without hesitation.

“I’ll back your play, Razor” was all Teller told him.

“I fucking hate people sometimes,” Razor shouted, walking off.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Sway walked downstairs, hoping her outfit was suitable. She didn’t have anyone to ask except Lottie, and she had said the outfit was hot. Smoothing a hand down her hair, she waited for Vicious to turn around.

“Sway, I need to talk—” Vicious stopped speaking when he turned around and saw her standing in the middle of the room. His mouth went dry, and he forgot his words.

“Is this okay for the party?’

“Fuck, you’re sexy.”

“Vicious, I’m serious. Is this appropriate?”

The black leather dress fit her like a glove, and the tall boots drew attention to her luscious thighs. Twirling his finger, he had Sway turn around so he could see how her ass looked being hugged by leather. “We’re not going to the party.”

Sway spun back around, almost falling off her heels. “What? Why? I can change into jeans and a sweater.”

“Oh, fuck no. I can have a party right here with you. Who needs all that other shit?”

“Vicious, we’re not missing the party.”

“I’m gonna be miserable.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ll be walking around all night with a hard-on.”

Laughing, she walked to him and slid over his crotch. “I must not be that sexy.”

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