Page 47 of Hell on Wheels

Chapter 12

Flint stood in theparking lot, arms crossed over his chest, when Spook pulled onto the lot and parked the SUV. I couldn’t read his expression. The sunglasses and beard blocked his features. I hoped he wasn’t going to lose his shit about me leaving without permission because that was definitely a trigger for me.

If I was honest, I had more than a few.

As soon as my door swung open, he was there, tugging me into his embrace. “Hey, handsome,” I greeted him.

“Get what you needed, little songbird?”

Those sweet nicknames he had for me warmed my heart.

“Sure did.” I held up a bag of random items from the store. “Can we talk?”

“You can have all of me,” he rumbled, sliding his hand around mine. “Talk. Fuck. Whatever you need.”

Dirty man.

“Got something I need to ask you.” Nervous butterflies flitted in my belly with those words, but I followed Flint inside the Crossroads, passing Grim, who ticked his chin my way in greeting.

I stopped, looking up at the intimidating president. “Can I have a word?”

He shot a look at Flint briefly, then nodded. “My office has the most privacy.”

We followed him across the bar and down a narrow hall, entering the room. I scanned the dark wooden bookcases, the massive desk, and the rows of filing cabinets taking up most of the space. A minibar underneath the window next to a leather couch provided the only furniture other than Grim’s leather office chair and the two big chairs in front of his desk.

A calendar with muscle cars and scantily clad women hung on the wall. Several framed pictures lined his desk. I saw his ol’ lady and his son. Creed was only two.

Flint squeezed my hand and released it, lowering into the chair on the right, closest to the door.

Grim moved behind his desk, leaning back as he locked his hands together over his stomach.

Both men watched me with curious gazes, remaining silent.

Too restless to sit, I began to pace. “I figure you both remember what I said about my sister Molly.”

Grim nodded. Flint frowned.

“I need to talk to Angel as soon as possible. I’ve wasted enough time as it is.”

“You think he’ll talk to you?” Grim asked.

“I don’t think he’ll miss the opportunity to intimidate me,” I replied honestly. “Angel likes to be in control. I’m going to let him think he is.”

“Why?” Flint’s brows lowered as he scowled.

“I’m hoping I can trick him into giving up something about Molly.”

“Her location?”

“Anything. I don’t even know if she’s still alive.” Saying those words aloud hurt. “If he knows I’m searching for her, he’ll shut down or brag. Not sure which. I just need to get him talking.”

Grim stroked the stubble over his jaw. “It could work, but I don’t think he’ll be receptive to helping you out. He’s been cursing us all for days.”

“Maybe, but he’s hungry, tired, in pain, and out of his element. I think it could work to my advantage.” I turned to Flint. “I want you with me. Angel is going to be cruel and try to fuck with me. He’ll bring up the past. It won’t be easy to hear it.”

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