Free Forsaken - Book 2 (Star Crossed MC Lovers) by Sierra Rose Page B

knows something." I shrugged, wanting badly to ask for the opportunity to take care of it myself, but knowing that it would look a little suspicious.
    "Sounds like the same old shit," Animal grumbled and leaned back in his chair, losing his grip and falling backward. He rolled over and jumped up like his ass was on fire.
    Forever the comedian.
    Several Wolves chuckled, but the rest were focused on me, forlorn looks on their faces. None of us much like old Jamison, but to see anyone lose their life to bad drugs was a tragedy  we were working non-stop to avoid. The fact that it was drug-related meant that  Rafael and the Black Hearts were involved. We were almost forced to step in, regardless if it was our job or not. We were good with that, though. That's what the Stone Wolves were all about. Keeping peace and security. When our efforts failed, as they'd done that day, we stepped in to clean up the mess and lay a staunch warning on everyone involved.
    Rafael needed his ass kicked or his knees broken. We were moving closer to making it happen without an inciting incident. He'd done enough in the past to send us full force after him.
    "You and Dane go then, but call if you need us." Knife moved back to his chair and sat down. "I want a full report on anything you find out."
    "Of course." I turned and jogged toward the door, tugging on my jacket and letting out a shaky breath. Something told me  Lena was involved. I wasn't sure why; maybe it was just a wayward feeling. Or maybe it wasn’t.
    ***
    After checking out everything with Dane, I parted ways from the cops and drove down Old Mills road, looking for a few of the hoodlums that I knew would have been in the arcade when Jamison lost his life. Everyone was scared of the Delgados, and most likely wouldn't say a work to anyone, but Kent was one of the boys I'd saved from a few ass-whoopings back in high school. He owed me.
    I pulled up to his house, turned off my bike, chained it up and walked up to the porch. A pretty, older woman opened the door just before I knocked.
    "Well, hi there." She gave me a sweet smile and stepped out on the porch. "Something I can help you with, sir?"
    "Yes, ma'am. I'm looking for Kent. He's an old friend from school." I slipped my hands in my jeans pockets as a shiver raced across my spine. I'd have many a woman eye-fuck me, but this one wasn't  shy about it. I was scared for her. If she knew Selene Delgado was my woman... she'd turn her head quick and never look my way again.
    "Sure. Hold on, handsome." She turned and leaned into the house, lifting her butt as if I wanted a better view of it.
    I turned and walked back down into the yard, moving over to my bike and putting my phone to my ear. I mumbled some useless information, not talking to anyone, but not wanting to get into another conversation with the woman. No need to hurt her feelings.
    Moments later, Kent came walking down the stairs, his eyes cast toward the ground. The slight rounding of his shoulders and pale appearance left me with no doubt. He'd been there when Jamison had died.
    I put the phone in my back pocket and watched the woman go back into the house.
    "My sister wants to know if you're seeing anyone." He nodded back toward the house, but his tone told me he was forced to ask.
    "Yeah, I am." I brushed the back of my hand past my nose. "I'm here to talk to you about what happened to Jamison at the arcade today."
    "No clue what you're talking about, Lucky." He shrugged and gave me a look that was filled with defiance.
    "Of course you do. Speak up now. You know I'll not be doing anything that would get you in trouble. I'm just trying to find out for the Stone Wolves who did this shit." I pressed my hands to the seat of my bike and tried to relax. The kid was fucked up enough. He didn't need to feel the tension rolling off of me, too.
    "You know who did it, and I ain't about to rat them out. They’ll slit my throat, rape my momma and sister and kill them, too. Fuck no. It ain't