Page 5 of Wicked Oath

“We mention nothing about the shipment at all. We are just stopping in to say hello. If Viktor is dirty, he will push it. If he is setup too, he will understand and go along with it. Either way, we are about to have a run in with the cops.”

“Got it,” he says simply.

We pull the bay door open, and Viktor is standing around with his men. He looks over and his eyebrows pinch together. “Evening, Hawk,” he says, confused.

“Hey, man,” I say. “Just thought we’d stop in and say hello,” I remark coolly.

“I thought we were—“

“Yeah, I know we were going to meet up at the bar, but I was on this side of town,” I say, cutting him off before he can mention the shipment. He instantly looks angry, but plays along.

“No problem, man. I think there are some clubs around here we can hit up,” he offers as he shakes my hand. He turns and says something in Russian to his men and they leave without hesitation.

“How’s things been? Haven’t seen much of each other lately,” I lie as I turn my phone so he can see the text. Viktor is a buddy of mine, so I knew he wouldn’t sell me out, but you can never tell these days.

“Not too bad,” he says, shaking his head. He knows enough about Logan to understand. He is one of the very few I have confided in about my past. He has offered to kill him for me about a dozen times, but I haven’t taken him up on his offer. I might have to now.

“What kinda clubs you got around here?” I ask.

“The kind with good-looking women,” he smirks.

“Sold,” I chuckle. “We’ll follow behind you.”

As expected, when we walk out of the bay door, there are two detectives standing by the bikes. They are the same ones who have been trying to get me for years now. The woman will be easy to break. She’s got these ‘fuck me’ eyes that are practically begging for me. Tonight is no exception.

“Looking sexy as always, Detective,” I say to her. I can’t remember her name, not that it’s important. All I care about is how tight her cunt is.

“Talon,” Detective Andrew Heed says with a tight tone.

“Andrew,” I say back. “Don’t touch the bike. It’s a loaner.”

“Where’s the truck, Talon?” he asks.

“What truck?” I ask and then look at Viper. “Do we have a truck?”

“Mmmm… Nope,” Viper says, pretending to think. “A few cars… bikes… No truck.”

“Cut the bullshit, Talon,” the woman detective chides.

“Oh, baby. The only time I need for you to open your mouth is when you get your pretty little ass on your knees to suck my cock,” I say with a mocking tone, shutting her up.

“Do you have to be so damn crude, Talon?” Andrew frowns.

“Is it a crime?” I ask.

“I wish,” she mutters.

“Wish in one hand and shit in the other. Which do you think will fill up faster?” I ask her, taking a few steps closer. Andrew puts his hand on his service weapon, but she calls him off. “Tell me something, Detective… How much did my wonderful stepbrother pay you two to come out here?”

“He didn’t,” she says. “Accepting bribes is—“

“Illegal?” I ask with a smirk. “Pretty sure all of that kiddy porn on your partner’s laptop is illegal too, but he still jerks off to it.”

“I do not have—“ Andrew chimes in.

I snap back harshly, “Shut the fuck up, Andrew. I don’t give a fuck what you do or don’t have. I want to know who sent you here to interrupt my evening with friends?”

“We can’t do that,” she replies firmly but her breath catches when I grab her chin and tilt her head back. I am every bit of six foot seven inches tall and she is maybe five foot five. Clearly, she is touch deprived, or maybe she just sucks at her job. Either way, not my fucking problem. I know how to break a bitch like her.

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