High Voltage (Ramsey Security #3)

“Thinking with my heart is what you mean. Why are you whining like a bitch anyway? Didn’t you already hit Black back?”


“Yeah, but I want him dead. I want them all dead.”

“How exactly did you hit him back?” Minka asks.

Hayes lights a cigar and shrugs. “Can’t really say.”

“Because you think we’re narcs ready to snitch you out?” Minka asks, teasing the stupid assface.

Hayes gives her a dirty look, but he’s rather smug about his revenge. “Black’s boys are always banging whores at the trailer park. Even after they hit me, one of them had to get some pussy. I wonder if there's pussy in hell.”

“Good for you. How’s the whore he was plowing when you got your revenge?” Minka asks, and I smile at her good heart hidden under her badass exterior.

“Her pussy is free to fuck paying customers and make money to feed her kids. I’d say she’s happy.”

Tapping Minka’s foot with mine, I want her focused on me rather than the idiot stinking up the room with his cigar.

“So, Black hits you, and you hit him. Now, what?” I ask. “I’m sure you know Johansson is sending a few of his club buddies to meet with that other club.”

“Bikers like to have meetings,” Hayes says, shrugging.

“Are you done with your revenge?” Minka asks. “That’s what Anthony is getting at. Or do we need to worry about getting hit in the crossfire.”

“Hey, if you fuckers had handled Black right off, I wouldn’t have woken up to my house getting pumped full of bullets.”

“Did they destroy your yard trolls, big guy?” When Hayes glares at me, I laugh. “Shit, you actually have yard trolls, don’t you?”

Before Hayes can call me something derogatory, Minka interrupts, “We’re hampered by the fact that Black is a cop. Killing him and his main people would draw heat to this area. We all know that. That’s why you didn’t just kill him yourself before we got here. The Hickory Creek club has the same problem. They want to take Common Bend but can’t get rid of Black without worrying about the state noticing all of the dead cops. Now, killing him is no skin off our asses. We don’t live here and won’t be around when the state authorities show up to ask questions. You don’t have that luxury.”

Hayes considers Minka’s point. She forces him to think with his brain rather than his ego. The fact is, we could kill Black and his people by the end of the day and leave Hayes and the bikers to worry about the mess. I would have done that the first day if not for Rafael. I’d have done it the second day if not for Minka. At this point, I’m ready to finish the job and return to Houston with my woman.

“What is it exactly you want me to do?” Hayes asks Minka.

“Nothing. I want you to sit here and do nothing. I’m assuming you didn’t leave the dead deputy somewhere he can be autopsied and questions can be asked.”

“You assume correctly.”

“Let us talk with Johansson’s men and see what the Hickory Creek club is planning. Unless your help is necessary to finish off Black, why get your hands dirtier? It’s not like you’ll grab Common Bend right now.”

“Never say never.”

“It’s a mess right now. The meth organization is broken, and who knows how many people Black’s removed. If you’re going to steal something, why take a piece of shit? I’d personally wait until it’s a functioning criminal enterprise again before I grabbed control, but then again, I’m not a fucking idiot so…”

Hayes smiles at Minka for too long, and I kick his desk to distract him. His glare finds mine, and I’m ready to throw down. I’d love to shove that cigar up his ass. Before violence breaks out, Minka stands up and heads for the door.

“Anthony and I will let you know if you have anything to worry about.”

“And I would trust you why?”

“Because you saved our lives at the hotel. We owe you. The Hickory Creek club is nothing to us, and Johansson has tied our hands the entire time.”

Whether Hayes believes Minka or not, he nods at her comment. I catch him giving me a dirty look when I stand up. Flipping him off, I follow after Minka.

“There are worse jobs,” I hear Minka tell the temp.

“I guess.”

Minka walks outside where I find her studying the row of bullet holes across the front of the building. Hayes wasn’t kidding about the office being a concrete lump.

“What a whiner,” Minka says.

“Hayes has small balls.”

“I meant the temp receptionist. Imagine being that prostitute doing a cop for free because he’s your boss and then having Hayes show up and kill him. The best part of her day is fucking ugly men so she can pay her bills. Meanwhile, the whiner inside doesn’t like hearing Hayes yell. Fuck, he isn’t even yelling at her.”

I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “You’re sweet as sugar when you get wound up over other people’s problems.”

Minka gives me a little smile. “I have feelings and care about people. Not all the time or anything, but I care on a regular basis.”

“I know you do.”