Page 125 of Shattering Nash

“No,” Nash said. “That would take too much time and effort. I’m content with no one ever finding your bodies.”

Becker jerked in his chair, his gaze darting between all the men and landing on Ace.

“We gave you everything you wanted. You said if we cooperated, you’d let us go.”

Ace pulled a cigarette box out from his pocket, took one, and lit it, taking a slow drag before releasing the smoke. “I lied.”

Mitchell scrambled to his knees. “They’ll look for us.”

“Maybe for a little while.” Nash stalked across the room and bent down, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands, smirking. “But they’ll never find you.”

“You want our disappearances linked to the organization?” Mitchell countered.

Ace and a few members laughed. “Nobody is gonna give a shit about two shady fucking cops. The force will probably thank us for taking out the garbage. And we’ve done our own investigation. Family won’t be a problem.” Ace turned to Becker. “Your wife is swallowing another man’s dick every time you work overtime, and you?” He pointed to Mitchell. “The missus has never quite forgiven you for the indiscretion that gave her the fucking clap. She’s just biding her time with you, waiting on that pension. And she’ll get it.”

“Fuck you!” Mitchell said, spit forming in the corner of his mouth.

The corner of Nash’s mouth curled. “You made sure to keep your little operation quiet. Maybe a little too quiet? There’s no paperwork. No documents. No fucking record of any of this.”

Nash straightened, opened his jacket, and grabbed his gun from his waistband. He cocked it and aimed it at Mitchell. Ace stepped up next to him with his gun in hand.

“You don’t mind if I join you, brother?” He lifted his gun, making Becker his target.

“Not at all.”

Lights out motherfuckers!

*

Nash offered his security for clean-up, but Ace declined.

“We got this.”

It was over. Cody was in rehab, Zeke was in the custody of Killcreek, and Mitchell and Becker would never be a threat again. Charley was finally safe, and Nash had gotten his revenge.

He walked out behind Oz with Ace at his side.

“I appreciate this. I owe you.”

Ace snorted. “And we plan on collecting real soon. Inez is expecting you.”

Nash halted his steps, turning to the president of the club. “When?”

Ace arched his brow. “We’ll be in touch.”

Nash watched the bikers make their way over to their bikes then turned to Oz.

“Do you know what this favor will be?” Nash asked.

“No, but considering Ace’s confidence, it will probably be a big one on our end. Keep me posted. I’ll attend that meeting.”

Nash snickered, catching Oz’s attention. “I thought you’d met your Inez quota.”

His gaze hardened. “I’ll make an exception. Andyouwill owe me.”

Fair enough. Nash walked over to his car and had settled in his seat when his phone pinged. He tapped the screen. It was the message he’d been waiting on.

Sal: Had a good visit with your girl.

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