Free Lost Hearts (The Unknowns Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Ruby Reid Page B

had knocked out in the restaurant parking lot last night? If it wasn’t club-approved, any violence that could place them in legal trouble was frowned upon and often punishable by one hell of a beating or expulsion from the club.
     
    Alex gave Slim a perplexed look as he put the phone to his ear. “Hey, Jameson,” he said. “What’s up?”
     
    “I’ve got a special little project I need you to do for me,” Jameson said. “I need it done as soon as you get to Chicago. It’s very important. I only trust a few of the guys to do it, and you’re one of them. The fact that you’re getting to Chicago early is sort of perfect.”
     
    “Sure. What is it?”
     
    “I’m going to text you a phone number later today. When you get into town, I want you to call it.  The number is for a man named Marco O’Brien. We’ve done some freelance stuff with him here and there. I need you to hook up with him and then beat the shit out of him. Tell him you want to meet him at Jameson’s Dark Place. He’ll know what you mean. I’ll text you the address. Anyway…meet him there, act all buddy-buddy and then kick his ass. Let him know there’s more coming if he’s not out of Chicago by the time I get there.”
     
    “Can I ask why?” Alex asked.
     
    “You don’t need to know it all,” Jameson said. “All you need to know is that he’s gotten sloppy in his work. A few of our guys are probably going to see some serious jail time next year because of him. I want this asshole to have a very clear message to stay away for a while when we get into town.”
     
    Alex stepped outside of the room and lowered his voice to a whisper as he stood on the motel’s concrete walkway. “Does Slim know about this?”
     
    “Yes. I’ve asked him to be your look-out. I would have asked him to do it, but you’re much more intimidating.”
     
    “Okay.”
     
    “You good with all of this, Alex?”
     
    “Yes, of course.”
     
    “Good man. Call me when it’s done. I’ll get those texts to you soon. You guys be careful.”
     
    Jameson ended the call without a goodbye—as he usually did—and left Alex wondering who this Marco O’Brien character was. There were many people that worked behind the scenes with The Unknowns, many of which Alex had never met before. He’d never questioned the way Jameson ran things, though. The man had stuck his neck out for Alex several times and there was a bond between them that was growing more and more every day.
     
    I wonder how Jameson would feel if he knew all of this crap that’s going on in my head about Amanda, Alex thought.
     
    He walked back into the room where Slim had thrown his bag over his shoulder and was heading for the door. “Everything good?” Slim asked.
     
    “Good to go.”
     
    “Sounds like you got some skull-splitting to do tonight, huh?”
     
    “Just another day at work,” Alex said. He hoped the laugh he followed this with, as well as the humor in his voice, sounded genuine. He very badly wanted Slim to forget about the awkward tension they had shared in the room after Slim had asked for details about his morning.
     
    Apparently, Slim bought it. He clapped Alex softly on the back as they closed the door behind them and headed for their bikes at the other end of the parking lot.
     
    “So who is this Marco O’Brien?” Alex asked as he threw a leg over his motorcycle.
     
    “A smalltime killer-for-hire from what I understand,” Slim said.
     
    “Any idea what he did to get on Jameson’s bad side?”
     
    Slim shook his head as he climbed onto his bike. “No, I don’t. And if Jameson isn’t coming forth with the info willingly, I’m not about to start prying.”
     
    Alex nodded and cranked his bike to life. Right away, the feel of it underneath him helped to sooth him a bit. His mind left Amanda for a while as the one familiar thing in his life for the last few years thundered to life beneath him.
     
    After Slim cranked his bike, they looked at each