Hammer's Pride by E.C. Land (top non fiction books of all time .txt) 📗

was waiting for me to go over. Malice follows and sits quietly in the chair across from me. I toss him a file I’d received and hadn’t mentioned in church because this wasn’t meant for anyone else but my brother. He needed to see this so we can decide where to go from here with the information.

As he looks it over, I look at my phone as it beeps on my desk. I find the first message from Tap, who’s at the coffee shop with Avery, and another one from Cy with the name and address of a good facility. Studying the address, I decide to call Viking from the Toxic Warriors MC. With him being the President of the national charter for the TWMC, I knew he was the one I needed to speak to about this and that he’d help do this favor if asked. He owes us as we helped find Fawn, his ol’ lady for him when she’d been taken. Shit, neither of them have yet to fix what happened between them. Now that I have Avery, I get how he’s got to be frustrated at the fact his ol’ lady ain’t with him.

Glancing at the time, I pull my cell off my desk and find his number, and hit the send button. I put the phone on speaker and wait for him to answer.

“Hammer,” Viking says upon answering.

“Viking,” I mutter in return.

“What can I do for you?” he asks, getting straight to it.

“Callin’ cause we gotta girl we’re looking into putting into a facility that’s near your club and was wondering if you’d do us a solid and look out for her,” I say, lifting my gaze to meet Malice’s as he looks up from the folder in his hands.

“What facility and who’s this girl to the club?” Of course, he’d want to know more before giving an answer. I’m the same fuckin’ way. It’s why I didn’t help find his ol’ lady until he’d told me what the hell was goin’ on.

“Girl’s name is Simone. Don’t really know much about her other than she’d been kidnapped, spent months pumped full of a date rape drug that now pretty much lives in her system, and she needs to constantly be sedated. Brother here wanted to help her, so we’d brought her down here, but it ain’t working out. The woman needs more help than we’re able to give her. The facility is called Resting Hands Mental Institute.” Strange name, but if it’ll help, then we’ll send her there.

“Good place. One of the doctors who runs the place is one of my brother’s sister. This Simone chick would be in good hands there,” Viking grumbles as he confirms he’ll look out for her. “When are you thinking of getting her in there?”

“Gonna get her in soon as fuckin’ possible. Woman keeps wakin’ up the whole fuckin’ club in the middle of the night. I don’t need my ol’ lady bein’ woken up earlier than she already has to get up to go to her fuckin’ coffee shop,” I state and close my eyes. I don’t need another morning like this one where Simone’s screams woke Avery up not even two and a half hours after she finally fell asleep.

“You got an ol’ lady?” Viking chuckles.

“Yeah, I’ve made her my ol’ lady. She just doesn’t know what that means just yet.” I grin, thinking about how hard my cock’s been for her and how I’ve yet to get in her pants. I’ve kissed her, made out with her like I’ve never done with anyone. And I mean anyone. I didn’t do that shit when I’d first started fuckin’ bitches; I sure as hell haven’t done it since. But when Avery’s mouth hits mine, it’s the best damn thing. My cock throbs at the mere thought and demands to finally sink into her.

I will be, though, soon enough. She’s mine, and I’m not lettin’ her go.

Viking’s laughter filters through the line, and I shake my head. “Now you feel my pain somewhat when it comes to my own ol’ lady. Damn woman is gonna do my head in. Good luck with that shit, and let me know when you’re sending this chick down. I’ll make sure my brother’s sister knows to handle with care on this one.”

“Thanks again,” I mutter, not bothering with a response since I know Fawn and how she is with Viking. Shit, I’d never be able to put up with the headache that woman can cause.

“Anytime.” With that, we disconnect, and I toss the phone down on the desk. I wait for Malice to finally speak about the information I’d just handed him.

“You sure about this shit?” he asks, holding the file up in the air.

“Yep, I’m fuckin’ sure. These are the men Amaya found. Instead of sending it through a fuckin’ email or some shit, the damn woman had her ol’ man expedite it to us overnight,” I inform him, anger starting to seep into my veins again at the thought of what those files showed. Venom’s ol’ lady not only has been looking into trying to find Fuse’s woman, who is Simone’s sister, but also who all the players are with the Supreme Masters. The file I’d given to Malice he needed to see before anyone else, considering it impacted him personally. On the list of names in the folder Amaya found is not only Malice’s father, who’s a fuckin’ dick, but also his mother and uncle.

“Fuck. I knew they were weaselly assholes, every last one of them. Shit. This is fucked up. I left that life a long fuckin’ time ago. Left it all behind after what they tried to pull. Should have known, brother. Should have fuckin’ known to expect this,” he sneers, tossing the file on top of my desk. “What do you want me to do?”

“Nothing you can do right now. We go after them, and that opens our club up to be a major target than it