Page 9 of Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation 12

“Cut the sweet thing shit and you have a deal,” I state and shake his hand.

The moment my palm glides over his is when an electric current zings up my arm.My breath catches and the memory of having sex in my workspace enters my brain.Having his engorged dick in my hand, veins wrapped around his hard length...delicious the way he completely filled my pussy.

I clear my throat and tug my hand from his grip.“Okay, let’s get to work.”

My gaze hits the tiny box of cinnamon mints on his bedside table and I stalk over to grab it and ask, “Why do you have this?You don’t even like cinnamon.”

Pax turns his face away from me to grab a thick folder.“They remind me of you.”

All I can do is freeze and keep staring at the man who just admitted to having something so he could remember me.All while he didn’t even know I would be coming to his hotel room.He showed up in my room yesterday and I’ve been with him since.Slowly, I place the tiny box back down and wander over to Pax who hands me the folder.

“Are you going to give me your version or do you want me to read everything and then give you my opinion?”I ask.

Pax jerks his chin in the direction of the information in my hand.“Take your time to read through it, then we’ll talk.I’m going to take a long shower.”

He stalks off and grabs some stuff from a bag next to the bed and disappears into the bathroom.I need to keep my head busy instead of letting my mind drift to the fact that Pax is getting naked in the other room.Wet and naked.

I toe off my shoes and climb onto the bed.Taking out pages filled with information, photographs of rooms, bodies, details.Okay, I might like watching crime shows, both fiction and reality, but these are gruesome.

There are six murder cases and when I glance through the details, I don’t even see how they linked these cases together.Ages are not the same, neither is gender, type, or whatever.Even the bodies don’t look the same except for the fact they were all strangled according to the autopsy report.Each of the reports states that the hyoid bone is fractured.

Good thing they were at least dead when their body was mutilated.All of the reports mention scrapings against the ribs, the femur, and the humerus.Bodies were dumped alongside forest roads where they took weeks to be discovered.

“There hasn’t been a fresh body in the past few weeks.The forensic pathologists I’ve questioned about these cases all agreed the bodies were killed around eight to ten weeks from one another.Which means she’s already killed but we haven’t found the body yet,” Pax rumbles.

I keep my eyes locked on the files in front of me.“How did you guys connect the cases if everything isn’t exactly similar?I mean...”Rummaging through the papers I hold them up one by one.“Woman, twenty-four, lives in Forth Worth, Texas.Man, thirty-nine, lives in San Diego, California.Woman, forty-three, Youngstown, Ohio.I could go on, but they’re all living across the country, different ages, careers, everything.Except for the fact they were killed.”

“There are certain similarities,” Pax argues and it’s then I raise my gaze to see he’s dressed in black boxers and nothing else.

Well, he’s sporting muscles.Inked muscles and I know exactly what his cock looks like underneath those tight boxers.I swallow hard and barely manage to drag my gaze away from him.

I clear my throat, which does absolutely nothing to my voice when I croak, “And those are?”

“The scrapings on the bones are similar to a butcher’s knife.All of them were either coming back from traveling, in the middle of a vacation, or just started.Somehow, they all crossed paths with a killer.I’ve been researching in the hope to find something all of their trips have in common.”He wanders over to his bag and pulls out a sketchpad.

I take it from him and glance over the scribbled notes.One thing instantly triggers something inside my head, and I glance around for his laptop.

“What?”Pax rumbles.

“Where’s your laptop?I want to check something.”

He grabs it from his bag and fires it up.Placing it on the bed in front of me, I open a search engine and type in what I did a few days ago when I booked my trip here.

Then I turn the laptop to show Pax.“When I search for a nice hotel in this town the search will also give you options about what you can do.Suggestions for hotels, activities, nice places to eat, or let’s you get a package for a great deal to save money, or get coupons and–”

“Holy fuck, that’s it,” Pax grunts and takes the laptop from me.“We checked out the travel arrangements of all the victims, nothing was similar.These package deals explain why if they are made through different websites but still end up in the same hotels.”

I watch as he places it on the desk, walks to where his jeans are to fish out his phone, and makes a call.As soon as he starts to talk, I become aware he’s on the phone with Bee, his president’s old lady.

She’s one of Broken Deeds’s computer savvies and he’s asking her if she’s able to run some kind of check to see if all victims booked the same travel package.Once he’s done, he turns to face me.I’m feeling a bit weird with him standing there in his boxers, staring and not saying a word.

Which is why I get a bit snappy.“What?”

“I gave you all the information not knowing how you’d react.Not many can handle autopsy or crime scene photos.When I walked back into the room, I found you going through everything without a look of horror on your face.”He shakes his head.“You have detective skills,” he adds on a grunt as if it’s an insult instead of a conclusion to his ramblings.

I narrow my eyes at the annoying man.“I’m not a chick with a queasy stomach.Do I really need to remind you of the fact that I shove needles through parts of a human body without blinking?Besides, when I need to unwind, I watch true crime or put on a podcast about serial killers or FBI files, whatever I find intriguing.Everyone thinks I’m a dainty flower because of what happened with my stupid neighbor.Fucking tiptoeing around me and trying to run my damn life.Are you really underestimating me or just playing stupid?”

The muscle in his jaw jumps.“I’m not playing stupid, and I’ve learned the hard way when it comes to underestimating shit when you’re involved.It’s just...I never had a relationship with a woman, and certainly not one who helped me with cases I’m working on.It just hit me how even with this you fit so fuckin’ well into my life.”

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