Conrad (Savage Kings MC - South Carolina Book Series 4) - Lane Hart Page 0,2
to drag her ass back here!”
“You mean kidnap her if necessary?”
“Yes!” he huffs and holds up his hand. “Don’t even act like you have a problem with that. We both know that’s not an issue for you or your ‘crew.’”
“What if we end up kidnapping her for you and get caught?” I snap at him. “It’s our asses on the line here.”
“Then don’t be stupid,” he says as he starts toward the door, then stops suddenly. “Whatever you have to do to get her back, make sure you and your MC buddies keep your dicks in your pants! Don’t even think about playing any of your sick little games with her!”
“I would never touch a woman against her will,” I mutter defensively.
“I’ll show these videos to the world and fucking ruin you if you lay even one finger on her, even if she begs you to,” he yells before finally walking out.
Chapter One
Conrad
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“Any other business?” Winston asks since he’s taking over Roman’s presidential responsibilities while he’s on his honeymoon with Charlotte.
“Ah, just one small thing,” I speak up and say, swallowing down my anger at being blackmailed by that sorry son of a bitch. The last thing I need is for anyone, especially Cannon, to pick on the fact that the asshole has something on me. He’ll want to know what it is, and there’s no stuffing that cat back in the bag. “Chief Bailey came by the dealership the other day. He needs a favor.”
“From us?” Winston asks.
“Yes.”
“Why the fuck does he think we’ll do him a favor?” Winston grumbles.
Avoiding eye contact with anyone while I lie, I go with as much of the truth as I can muster. “He sounded pretty desperate. Something about trouble with his daughter.”
“His daughter? What’s that got to do with us?” Winston asks.
Again, I pretend like I only have the vaguest idea of what’s going on, refusing to confess to the table that the chief is going to run for mayor soon. “I think he wants us to go pick her up from her college and bring her home.”
“Why can’t he do it?” Cannon asks, eyes narrowed at me while studying my face to figure out what I’m not saying out loud to the group. Damn twin intuition!
I shrug one shoulder as casually as I can. “Guess he’s tried, and she won’t leave with him.”
“He wants us to go and take his daughter by force,” Verek says in understanding when he figures it out first. “No fucking thank you. I won’t be any part of some kidnapping plan, even for the police chief.”
Just as I suspected, he’s adamant about not restraining a woman and bringing her back against her will. How could he be on board with such an awful thing after what the girl he’s head over heels for went through? She endured exactly the same thing and was raped by four sick bastards.
“Verek’s right. We don’t kidnap women,” Winston says, echoing the same sentiment.
Fuck. I knew they wouldn’t agree to this. Only a truly disturbed man would actually enjoy tying a woman up and having total control over her. No. It won’t come to that. There has to be another way.
“Maybe we could persuade her,” I offer. Then to add an extra benefit to going along with the fucked-up plan I say, “Think of all the leverage it would give us over the chief if we do this.”
“Fine. You can go if you want, but I won’t send anyone else who doesn’t want to go,” Winston replies.
“Okay, I’ll go,” I agree.
“Ha! Good luck,” Winston tells me before slamming the gavel down and declaring, “Meeting fucking adjourned.”
As soon as I push my chair back and stand up, I turn to my brother because I can always count on him to come through for me. “You coming with me?” I ask.
“Hell no. That’s all on you, bro,” Cannon chuckles before turning to Verek and diving into a conversation with him.
Fuck. If Cannon knew how important this stupid errand was, I know he would come along and help me. I fucking need him to be there to help me convince this girl to leave without resorting to bondage. There aren’t many men as charismatic as my brother. He has the power to make women fall down at his feet whenever he wants. But if I push him on this, he’ll use his twin intuition to figure out there’s more to the chief’s favor, so I slip out of the chapel, deciding to